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Every year, the whole world celebrates the month of June as LGBTQ+ Pride month to commemorate the Stonewall riots that happened in June 1969 which became a significant milestone in the LGBTQIA+ movement. Pride month is dedicated solely to the community and is used to create awareness about the stigma about the non-binary gender spectrum. During this time, it’s all about teaching acceptance, dignity, equality, educating pride history, and most importantly, love. Joining the pride celebrations this year is Richa Chadha via her new social media initiative, The Kindry – which amplifies individual stories of hope and selflessness in these tough times.
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For Pride month, Richa through her social initiative is doing a series of things. The page has featured stories like that of Kushal Roy – a young psychotherapist based out of Kolkata who runs a mental health and grief counselling helpline free of cost. Another feature celebrates a group of youngsters in Kashmir – Uzair, Junaid and Khushi Mir, who are helping feed the trans community in Kashmir. A third story features the journey of Dr. Aqsa Shaikh, the first trans-woman to head a vaccination center in India,who is an inspiration to thousands as a medical professional, a philanthropist, and an artist. The Instagram handle also will be regularly doing live sessions this month with these everyday heroes, who inspire many simply by being themselves. Even, several budding musicians will be dedicating songs to the community through these interactions.
Richa tells us, “LGBTQ+ Pride month in India this year has gone virtual because of the global pandemic. On The Kindry, we’re very happy to celebrate the same by covering stories of heroes among the community who are helping one another out during these apocalyptic times. Their stories are not only moving but also filled with love and empathy. Last week, a queer college student from Delhi shared his coming-out story. My co-founder Krishan Jagota and I received several DMs from our followers talking about how they also felt braver to come out after watching our live session. Kindness is the need of the hour and during this time. We’re all in need of love and hope as we are still struggling to cope with losses due to the pandemic. With the help of artists, we hope to bring some virtual cheer to the lives of our everyday heroes as well.”
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exactlysizzlingpeace · 11 days ago
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Pride Month 2021: Richa Chadha celebrates with stories of kindness among the LGBTQ+ community
Every year, the whole world celebrates the month of June as LGBTQ+ Pride month to commemorate the Stonewall riots that happened in June 1969 which became a significant milestone in the LGBTQIA+ movement. Pride month is dedicated solely to the community and is used to create awareness about the stigma about the non-binary gender spectrum. During this time, it’s all about teaching acceptance, dignity, equality, educating pride history, and most importantly, love. Joining the pride celebrations this year is Richa Chadha via her new social media initiative, The Kindry - which amplifies individual stories of hope and selflessness in these tough times.
For Pride month, Richa through her social initiative is doing a series of things. The page has featured stories like that of Kushal Roy - a young psychotherapist based out of Kolkata who runs a mental health and grief counselling helpline free of cost. Another feature celebrates a group of youngsters in Kashmir - Uzair, Junaid and Khushi Mir, who are helping feed the trans community in Kashmir. A third story features the journey of Dr. Aqsa Shaikh, the first trans-woman to head a vaccination center in India,who is an inspiration to thousands as a medical professional, a philanthropist, and an artist. The Instagram handle also will be regularly doing live sessions this month with these everyday heroes, who inspire many simply by being themselves. Even, several budding musicians will be dedicating songs to the community through these interactions.
Richa tells us, “LGBTQ+ Pride month in India this year has gone virtual because of the global pandemic. On The Kindry, we’re very happy to celebrate the same by covering stories of heroes among the community who are helping one another out during these apocalyptic times. Their stories are not only moving but also filled with love and empathy. Last week, a queer college student from Delhi shared his coming-out story. My co-founder Krishan Jagota and I received several DMs from our followers talking about how they also felt braver to come out after watching our live session. Kindness is the need of the hour and during this time. We’re all in need of love and hope as we are still struggling to cope with losses due to the pandemic. With the help of artists, we hope to bring some virtual cheer to the lives of our everyday heroes as well."
ALSO READ: Richa Chadha reacts to the viral video of Randeep Hooda passing an offensive remark on Mayawati
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live-the-fangirl-life · 19 days ago
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Bone Appétit
I Dig You Part 8
Aelin Galathynius x Rowan Whitethorn AU
As Aelin and Rowan struggle to keep their budding relationship from their fellow archaeologists, they finally go on their date and enjoy an exciting evening.
This chapter got *spicy*
Part 7 | Part 9 | Fic Masterlist
Warnings: Language, Very NSFW
4763 words
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“And this here,” Aelin pointed to the small protrusion on the front of the mandible just between the chin and the lower teeth, “is the mental eminence.” The young girl sitting across from Aelin nodded attentively. “When it's visible and you can feel it clearly, it indicates that the individual was male.”
Aelin handed the mandible to Evangeline who took it with cautious hands, not wanting to drop or damage it. Evangeline, one of the young students on Rowan’s team, had come into Aelin's station that morning to ask if Aelin would teach her some things about human osteology. The women had already briefly gone over the bones and Aelin promised to give Evangeline her favorite notes and articles that described things in ways that were easy to understand.
She was always happy to start another person down the road of Bioarchaeology. Or Forensic Anthropology, or Zooarchaeology—really, any bone-related field had her support.
Aelin was reminded of when she showed Rowan how to look at the skeleton for sex-indicators. She laughed to herself remembering the look on his face when she abruptly left their morning make-out against the wall to go to her station.
She forced herself to stop thinking about Rowan and instead got back into teacher-mode. She showed Evangeline how to examine the gonial angle and flare of the mandible, and the young woman listened and took notes. Aelin wished all of her students were as eager as Evangeline.
She had gone back to reviewing her logs while Evangeline kept handling the bones. Aelin always believed that the best way to familiarize oneself with bones was to physically handle them so you could feel all the irregularities and features.
They both looked up as the door opened and Rowan walked in. He grinned as he strode towards her but stopped short when he saw Evangeline sitting there.
“Aelin, I,” he paused and glanced at the young student, seeming to rethink what he was saying, “Dr. Galathynius.”
Aelin hid her smirk as Evangeline slowly set down the bone she was holding and looked back and forth between the two supervisors. Either the look Rowan was giving Aelin wasn’t as innocent as he thought, or Evangeline was too perceptive for her own good, but she gathered her notes and stood up.
“Thank you, Dr. Galathynius.” She gave Aelin a full smile. “this was really cool. I’d love to learn more.” She glanced at Rowan with a small knowing smile. “I just remembered that I have to discuss something with Luca and Mr. Moonbeam.” Then she gestured to the stack of articles in her arms. “And thanks for your notes, I’ll start reading them tonight.”
“Anytime, Evangeline.” Aelin meant it. The girl was curious, intuitive, and enthusiastic; Aelin would be happy to teach her more.
Evangeline left, and Rowan let out an exasperated sigh.
“What? What’s that look?” Aelin crossed her arms and wiggled her finger at his face.
Rowan rolled his eyes, but answered, “I know exactly what she wanted to talk to Luca and Fenrys about.”
“Oh?” Aelin raised an eyebrow at him, stepping closer. “Does it have anything to do with what Fenrys was insinuating this morning?”
“Apparently,” Rowan perched on the edge of the table, stretching legs in front of him and crossing his ankles. “there’s a bet going on with Fenrys, Luca, and some other students,” he looked pointedly at the door, “about us.”
Her eyebrows flew up. “A Bet? About us? About this?” she gestured between them.
He just nodded.
Aelin threw her head back and cackled. Rowan watched her laugh, amused. That wasn’t the reaction he expected, but he’d take that over something else.
“Oh, my gods, okay.” Her laugh trailed off and she beamed up at him. “so, the plan is to somehow get in on this bet and win the money for ourselves?”
Rowan laughed deeply, shaking his head as Aelin smiled and walked to stand between his legs.
“Was there a reason you stopped by? Or did you just miss me already?” She twirled a piece of hair between her fingers and looked up at him innocently.
Rowan rolled his eyes and snorted, “Actually, yes, I did have a reason for coming here.”
But instead of telling her, he pulled her into him and kissed her. This kiss was slow, and she felt like she could stay tangled up in him for hours. Rowan reached behind her to slip his hands into her back pockets, lightly cupping her ass. She pressed herself tighter against him, but smiled and broke the kiss.
“Why did you stop by, Rowan?”
“Hm?” He was distracted by the way her fingers pulled on the short hairs at the base of his neck. “Oh, I stopped by because I need to know what kind of food you like.”
She pulled back and raised a brow at him. “What kind of food I like?”
“For dinner.”
At that, she smiled and resumed running her fingers through his hair.
“I don’t care what kind of food it is.” She leaned in so her lips brushed against his ear and smiled as she felt him shiver. “As long as there’s dessert after.”
She’d let him decide what kind of dessert she meant. She pulled away from him, smirking at his wide eyes and open mouth.
He groaned as she went to sit back in her chair and rubbed a hand down his face.
“I have to go meet with a local historian, but I’ll pick you up at your apartment at seven.”
“Sounds perfect.” She grinned as he took a deep breath and sent her one last hungry look. Deciding he probably shouldn’t kiss her again unless he wanted to be even later to his meeting, he left.
The rest of the day flew by. Aelin spent her lunch video chatting with Elide and filling her friend in on what was going on with Rowan. How she learned he drinks his coffee black, how they can’t seem to keep their hands off each other now, and even how some students—and Fenrys—have a bet about them. Elide had found that last one hilarious. She said goodbye, promising to talk soon, and finished her workday happily excited for her date.
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Aelin heard a knock on her door.
Her clock read 6:59, perfect. Aelin had gotten home, showered, and spent the next half hour deciding what to wear. It had been Elide’s call, in the end, to go for the gold silk dress, and she had been right. The thin straps showed off her collar bones and arms, and the front cowl neck revealed a bit of cleavage while the back dipped to the middle of her spine. It fell just above her knees.
It was perfect. Flirty enough for a date, but not too scandalous that she’d be embarrassed to see one of the students around town.
Taking one last look in the mirror to fluff her hair and wink at herself, she grabbed her purse and opened the door.
She almost missed the way his eyes darkened as they roamed over her body. She was too busy doing the same with him. Rowan hadn’t disappointed. Wearing nice dark slacks, a plain button-up dress shirt with the top two buttons open, and a fitted jacket that did wonders for his arms, Aelin tried not to drool at the sight of him.
She settled for biting her lip as she finally looked him in the eye from under her lashes.
At least Rowan seemed to be having the same trouble. Seeing the desire in his eyes only made the heat in her spread.
“You look gorgeous.” Gods, his voice was so low it sent a shiver through her. Noticing, he slowly smirked.
Recovering, she quipped, “I know.”
Rowan rolled his eyes as she gave him a small grin. But that seemed to cool the heat in them, barely.
He held his arm out for her and she stepped into him to hook her arm through his. Once she locked her door with her free hand, she faced him again.
“You’re not so bad, yourself.” She gave him an exaggerated once-over as if she hadn’t done that just a minute ago. “Very dashing.”
She watched a small blush creep across his cheeks as he glanced down at her, but she added, “Although,” this time his eyes met hers and held, “I have yet to decide if I prefer this put-together, sharply-dressed Rowan, or,” She paused dramatically and he just raised his eyebrow at her smirking, “Or the rugged adventure-type archaeologist Rowan.”
Aelin grinned widely as Rowan snorted.
They walked for a few more minutes talking casually when suddenly Rowan grabbed her arm and abruptly pulled her into a small alley, blocking themselves from the street. A little breathless, Aelin looked up to where Rowan was peaking around the corner, pressing her into the wall with his body. She was definitely confused, a little shocked, but absolutely not complaining.
“If you wanted to pin me against a wall, you could’ve just done that at my apartment.”
Huffing a laugh, but giving her a look full of intent, Rowan said, “Later.”
Before she could retort that they were literally in the position now so why wait until later, Rowan went on, “I saw Luca and Evangeline across the street.”
Oh, okay. Right.
She didn’t know what he saw in her face, but he leaned in to kiss her softly.
“It’s not that I don’t want them to see us. Well, shit, I don’t. But not because it’s us, or you,” he kissed her again, “But because I know as soon as they find out, every single person on site will find out and I’d rather have you to myself a little longer.”
Accepting his explanation, Aelin smiled at him. Then she gripped the edges of his jacket and pulled him down for a firm kiss.
“I think I can handle having you all to myself a little while longer, too.”
With matching grins, they lazily kissed for a few more minutes.
“As much as I like this,” he groaned, leaned in to plant a kiss on the side of her neck making her let out a contented sigh. “We have a dinner to get to.” He pulled back fully and gently took her hand to help peel herself off the wall.
*****
Their dinner was great.
They walked to a small restaurant where the owner, a sweet older woman, greeted Rowan with a hug before showing them to a table on the patio out back. Vines were hanging off trellises and soft music playing from speakers she couldn’t see.
She tried to focus on the menu. After ordering a bottle of wine, Rowan had removed his jacket and rolled up his sleeves. Why did men in dress shirts become even more attractive when they rolled their sleeves up? Aelin didn’t have an answer but she would happily study the phenomenon.
Rowan tried to contain his smirk as he watched Aelin’s gaze move to his arms, again. He was glad she seemed as distracted by him as he was of her. When he had picked her up and she opened her door, Rowan felt every thought leave his head. He knew Aelin was a beautiful woman, gods he’d have to be blind not to see it, but seeing her in that dress—that golden dress—made him want to push her back into her apartment and forget about dinner.
And if he wasn’t already so attracted to her, watching her laugh would’ve sent him over the edge. She looked so carefree as she threw her head back at something he said, her hair falling over her shoulder as she laughed loudly and without restraint.
“Rowan?” he blinked out of his stupor to find her holding his hand across the table, running her thumb gently across his knuckles.
“What?”
“I said,” she leaned forward on the table, “that chocolate cake was delicious, but,” she continued to trace patterns on his hand, and he was stuck between focusing on her voice and her fingers. She waited to finish speaking until he was looking at her again. She met his eyes with unmistakable desire. “I have an appetite for something else.”
He’d never been faster about asking for a check.
*****
Without having to talk about it, they both decided Aelin’s place was closer than Rowan’s. In fact, they didn’t say a word to each other as they hurried through the winding streets. Rowan had a firm hold on her hand and Aelin used her other hand to grip his bicep as he pulled her along.
She could feel the muscles in his arms flex as she tightened her hold on him. And the heated look he gave her after she squeezed his hand almost made her knees weak.
Maybe it did actually make her knees weak because the next thing she knew, her toes snagged on the edge of a cobblestone and she tripped, losing her grip on his arm. She let out a gasp and tried to reach a hand out to brace her inevitable fall. But then strong arms were wrapped around her waist, and she was being pulled into a hard chest.
It took Aelin a second to notice the concerned look on Rowan’s face as he looked down at her. She reached a hand up and smoothed the furrow between his brows with a small laugh.
“Look at that, I’m already falling for you” she joked, not spending a second more to think about how true that might actually be.
Rowan laughed and helped her to her feet, and they stared at each other a moment before she grinned again. This time, she grabbed his hand and led them towards her apartment.
*******
Aelin could barely concentrate on unlocking her door because Rowan had stepped up behind her to grip her hips and lay kisses along the base of her neck. She almost dropped her key when his lips found that spot just behind her ear. She could feel Rowan smirk against her skin, so she pushed her ass harder against him. His groan reverberated against her neck and his grip on her tightened.
Finally, she opened the door. The moment they got inside her apartment Rowan twisted them around so Aelin’s back was pressed against the door. Their lips crashed together as their bodies became flush.
She couldn’t stop touching him. Her hands were everywhere, on his arms, over his chest, around his neck, gripped in his hair; she wanted to feel every inch of him.
Rowan wasn’t any more restrained. One hand fisted in her hair, pulling her head back so he could kiss her deeply. The other hand firmly held her waist, pulling her tight enough to him that she could feel just how much he wanted her. His hands moved to her sides, sliding up just high enough for his thumbs to graze the underside of her breasts.
Aelin moaned softly into his mouth and he moved his tongue along hers. She could taste the chocolate cake they had for dessert. His hands moved to her ass, palming her firmly and she responded by kissing him more feverishly before maneuvering his tongue and sucking it between her lips.
Aelin let out an excited moan as Rowan gripped the back of her thighs and lifted her. Immediately Aelin wrapped her legs around his waist and he used his hips to keep her pressed against the door.
Aelin was about to rip open his shirt, she was too impatient to try to unbutton it. But Rowan caught her wrist and she bit her lip, knowing she wanted his hands back on her. His eyes were pulled to her lip, and he let out a low rumble. He quickly undid the buttons and flung his shirt off as Aelin began kissing her way down his neck, sucking little marks that she knew she’d see tomorrow.
Rowan groaned again, louder this time, and instead of bringing his hands back to touch her, he gripped the hem of her dress and pulled it up over her head. Breathing heavily, Aelin moved her hands over his chest and arms, feeling the strong muscles as he took a moment to look at her.
Aelin was hoisted up, legs wrapped around him, wearing only a red bra and matching underwear. Hair askew, her eyes were glazed with lust and her mouth was swollen from kissing him so fiercely. She was better than anything his imagination could've conceived. He felt her hands grip his arms and Rowan watched as her breasts rose with every sharp inhale. Dragging his eyes back to her face he used one hand to stroke her jaw.
“Beautiful” Rowan murmured against her skin as he leaned down to kiss her lips before trailing down her neck to kiss the swell of her cleavage. He sucked on the sensitive skin and she gripped his hair tightly.
Aelin managed a gasp, “Bedroom.”
Rowan didn’t hesitate. He kept a firm grip on her as he pushed off the wall and walked down the hall to the bedroom she pointed at. Aelin’s grip held firm as he squeezed her ass, and she let out a soft yelp when he slapped it. Rowan glanced at her face, making sure that wasn’t too much, but Aelin let out a desperate sound and used both hands to pull his face to hers for another deep kiss.
Rowan dropped to the bed, sitting on the edge and pulling Aelin to straddle his lap. He kept his hands on the ass, using his grip to roll her hips against his.
“Aelin” Rowan rasped. She’d never get tired of that voice; he could probably make her come just by talking.
Then he reached behind her and unclasped her bra. She pulled her face away from his and quickly pulled the straps down before flinging across the room. Rowan immediately attached his mouth to the peak of her breast, circling her nipple with his tongue. She moaned loudly, throwing her head back, hands moving to grip his hair and hold him to her.
“Rowan,” another moan, and he switched sides bringing his mouth to her other breast, using his fingers to roll and squeeze the first one. He bit down on the hard peak before quickly soothing the pain with his lips and tongue. “Oh, gods!”
His hands came back down to her hips and used his strength to flip them so Aelin was now on her back with Rowan leaning over her, one hand on each side of her head caging her in.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and arched her back, pressing their chests together and they both moaned at the feeling. He took one hand and held her jaw, moving his thumb to brush along her lower lip. Aelin brought his thumb into her mouth and sucked, hard.
A deep growl sounded from Rowan as he yanked his hand back and slid it down to light grip her throat.
She was so wet already. She had felt herself get hotter and slicker from the moment he kissed her neck outside the apartment, only getting needier as they kept going. But the feeling of his hand on her throat, holy gods, she was soaked.
“Rowan, fuck, I need you!” Aelin tried to pull him closer to her but instead, he slid down her body, leaving a trail of hot kisses down her breasts, her stomach, lower.
Rowan smoothed his hands down her thighs, slowly spreading them and settling himself between her open legs.
“I know,” he placed a kiss on the inside of her knee. “But there’s something I want to do first”
She’d let him do whatever he wanted.
Aelin propped herself up on her elbows to better see him as he kissed the inside of her other leg, slowly moving his hands higher, closer towards where she needed him most.
“Stop teasing me.” She desperately needed him on her—in her.
She could feel more than see his smirk against her inner thigh. “If you think this is teasing…” he trailed off as he let out a dark chuckle. The sounds sent tingles up her spine and straight to her core.
Her head fell back with a sharp gasp as Rowan blew a cool breath on her through her underwear. Resting his cheek against her inner thigh, he bit down softly as his finger traced an outline around her clit, the fabric adding another level of friction
She choked on a moan.
“These,” Rowan moved his finger along the edge of her underwear now, slowly dipping beneath to touch her aching skin. “need to come off.”
Aelin could barely comprehend how fast he gripped the sides of her panties and yanked them down her legs. She was completely naked, sprawled out before him, and for some reason, he still had his pants on.
But before she could complain about the disparity, his mouth was on her.
Rowan used his hands to keep her legs from closing as he buried his face between her thighs and ate like he was on the cusp of starvation.
Swirling his tongue around her clit, he took it in his mouth and sucked. Aelin tried to buck her hips but he kept a firm grip, and she looked forward to seeing the marks he left on her. He moved so an arm came across her hips, securing her in place, and moved his other to drag a finger down her slit.
Aelin might’ve been embarrassed at the sounds she was making if it didn’t feel so gods damned good.
He licked a stripe up the front of her pussy, groaning. “You’re dripping,” another lap of his tongue, “Do you think about this, Aelin?” Gods, she fisted his hair, keeping his head where she needed him. “Do you think about me on my knees, worshiping you?” he brought his tongue back to her clit and slipped a finger inside her.
Aelin let out a strangled groan as he immediately pulled out and pushed back in with a second finger.
“While you’re working? Do you watch me from across the site, wanting to feel me against you?”
Aelin couldn’t think around the sensations he was creating.
"On you? In you?"
She could feel the hot coil in the pit of her stomach rise.
Rowan added a third finger, sucking her clit hard. “Because I do.”
At his words, Aelin felt herself fall over the edge.
“Yes!” she screamed, as her legs shook, and her eyes rolled back as her orgasm took over. Wave after wave of pleasure shooting through her. Rowan continued his ministrations, drawing her through her orgasm.
When she finally settled, still panting, he quickly kissed her clit making her twitch. She watched through glazed eyes as he finally took off pants and his hard cock sprung free. Her mouth dried up. Rowan crawled back over her and kissed her deeply. She brought her hands to his hair, playing with the soft strands at the base of his neck, moaning softly as she tasted herself on his tongue.
She pulled away, giving him a smile.
“That was what you wanted to do?” She asked slowly, dragging her hand down his muscled chest and stomach.
Rowan hummed in affirmation.
“Then you can do that whenever you want.”
Rowan laughed into her neck, but it quickly morphed into a groan as she gripped his cock in her hand. She started slow, running her thumb over his head, swirling the drops of liquid around and down to make her movements easier.
His head dropped to her shoulder and he started to let out groans through clenched teeth. He bit down on her collarbone when she picked up speed, tightening her grip on him and twisting as she moved up and down his hard length. She could tell he was close when he started bucking his hips into her hand. His hands were clenching the sheets and she kissed along his jawline.
She attempted to flip them so she could take him in her mouth like he did for her. She’d be lying if she said she hadn’t imagined what his cock would taste like in her mouth, how it would feel down her throat. She just needed to feel him inside her. As if he could sense it, he gripped her hips keeping her firmly in place.
“Next time.” He promised gruffly. And of-fucking-course there would be a next time.
Rowan grabbed a condom from gods-knew-where.
“Prepared, are you?” She looked at him expectantly.
He smirked down at her as he ripped the foil open and rolled it on. “Hoping for the best.”
Then he grabbed her legs and pulled her to the end of the bed, gripping one to hook around his hip. Feeling her leg wrap around him, he moved his hand so his thumb could gently rub her clit. Rowan stayed like that for a few seconds, watching Aelin’s eyelids flutter as the pleasure started building again. Using his other hand, he gripped his cock and rubbed against the lips of her pussy, coating himself in her arousal. They both moaned at the feeling.
Rowan waited until she opened her eyes.
“Rowan, gods.” She cursed and held his gaze.
He slowly slid into her and it took all his restraint not to slam in to the hilt at the first feel of her. Her hands came up to claw his back and he knew there would be red marks left over.
The feel of him inside her was incredible, and his thumb still making circles on her clit turned her blood to fire. After a few moments, she lifted her hips to meet his, urging him to move.
Like a man unleashed, her movement snapped whatever restraint he still had. His hips pounded into hers relentlessly. He worked an arm under her waist to lift her hips and hit even deeper.
“Gods! Fuck, yes, right there!” Aelin couldn’t think beyond the pleasure she felt as he kept hitting that spot deep inside her. Rowan watched as her mouth opened in silent ecstasy as his finger on her clit circled faster. She gripped his arms almost painfully as her second orgasm overtook her.
Rowan grunted but didn’t stop. When Aelin finally came down from her high, she used the leg wrapped around him to turn them over so that he was now on his back. Aelin kept up his movements, bouncing up and down his cock as he gripped her waist and pulled her body down to his. When he took one of her nipples in his mouth her movements stuttered and she fell forwards, catching herself by bracing her hands on his chest.
But Rowan just grabbed her wrists in one hand, lifting them over his head and she wordlessly grabbed the headboard behind him. Her breasts were now lined up in front of his face and he took full advantage of that. He braced his feet on the bed, wrapped his arms around her waist securing her to him, and started thrusting upwards into her.
“Fuck, Aelin.” Rowan kept grunting, “I’m close”
“Gods yes.” She moaned again as she felt her final orgasm rise. “So close!”
She couldn’t feel anything beyond Rowan. His hands, his mouth, his body, his cock. Rowan slapped her ass once and that sharp sting sent her over the edge. She screamed, holding tightly to him as his thrusts stuttered and then he was coming, brought to his own climax by the feel of her spasming around him. Long moments passed as Aelin stayed wrapped around him, both trying to catch their breaths.
Gently, Rowan lifted her off him and slowly slid out of her. She whimpered slightly at the loss of him. Rowan got up and threw away the condom before coming back with a damp washcloth for them to both clean off. Throwing it in the hamper, Rowan crawled back into the bed and wrapped his arms around Aelin, pulling her tightly against him.
Aelin’s head settled in the crook of his shoulder, her hand splayed over his chest and her leg thrown over one of his. “That was…” She trailed off, her brain still too fuzzy to finish her thought.
“Yeah.” Rowan’s fingers played with her hair.
She looked up at him and raised her head to kiss him softly.
“Amazing.”
She could feel his smile against her mouth.
“Yeah.”
Aelin fell asleep wrapped in Rowan’s arms, feeling satisfied and excited for whatever would come next.
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ENTRY 2: PILFERING THE TEMPLE - PART 1
(We see Alter at the Airship's drop-off point, which is wooden plank that was originally used by Reginald and the other past leaders to throw any traitors overboard. It was quickly turned into the drop-off point that it is now by Henry, wanting a less "death penalty" way of dealing with traitors.)
(Alter quickly puts on his specially-made parachute pack that he made himself in his spare time, then grabs "Golden Ace", his golden .44 Magnum revolver, and places it in the holster stitched onto the parachute pack, along with some spare ammo.)
That should be enough.
(Alter is about to jump, but he is stopped by a woman with blonde hair in a ponytail, wearing a white labcoat with a pink shirt underneath on her top, gray cargo pants and brown loafers on her bottom, and a matching white top hat with pink trim.)
Alter, are you sure you're prepared enough for this?
(Alter groans. He knows who that voice belongs to: Dr. Vinschpinsilstien. She had lost her job after her workboat was claimed by the government. She still had her equipment, but with nowhere to put it, she seemed hopeless...until Henry and Ellie found her and made her the Toppat's offical medical officer.)
Ugh...yes, Dr. V. I can assure you, I am prepared.
(He looks over at the doctor, giving her a look of reassurance.)
If I need some medical assistance, I'll just ask Henry to swing by, pick me up and take me to your office. I'll be fine.
Alright, Alter. Good luck.
(Alter tips his hat to Dr. V, and after seeing her tip her hat in response, he jumps off the plank. He sees the Dogobo Jungle and then the remnants of the launch site. He feels a sense of nostalgia at the view, but then remembers he's dropping toward said view at terminal velocity. He quickly opens his parachute, which has the same burgundy shade as his hat and jacket, and the "AR" initials that his jacket does. He lands on the jungle floor without a hitch, then retracts the parachute with another tug on the pull string.)
Alright, I'm here. Now where's the-
(Alter is quickly cut off as two assault rifles are held to his head. He quickly jumps up, grabs Golden Ace and shoots one would-be kidnapper in the foot, causing him to fall to the ground, kneeling over his foot in pain. He pistol-whips the other, knocking him to the ground, then aims Golden Ace at his head, threatening the man in question)
Make one wrong move, fuckwad, and you're dead.
(He quickly stands up, putting his hands in the air.)
Good choice, bud. Take your friend and leave. Now, before I change my mind.
(He quickly grabs his co-conspirator, hauls him over his shoulder and runs away. Alter reaches into one of the pockets of his parachute backpack and grabs a box of cigarettes and his phone. He takes the assault rifles, and after skillfully flipping them in the air a couple of times, puts them into the back pocket of his backpack. He lights a cigarette, and starts to message Henry on his phone.)
Hey, Henry. I ran into a duo who were holding assault rifles up to my face. Dealt with them pretty well, though. They left their rifles behind, they seem to be military-issued ones, decided to bring them back with me so the Toppats can use 'em.
Wait, there were other people where you landed? Did you catch who they were?
No, unfortunately. But one of them did leave something behind when they fled. Looks like a pin of some kind.
What does it look like?
A yellow lowercase "I" surrounded by a thick red upside down..."U"-shaped border...? Looks more like a upside down trapezoid with the bottom part cut, if I'm to be honest here.
Alter, I think I know what that logo is for: The Wall. I was trapped in that complex before breaking out with Ellie. If they get the Alter Rune, they could alter reality so not only would it be like I never escaped the complex, but so I'd actually enjoy it there so I don't get the idea to leave.
Well, it's a good thing I'm at the entrance then.
Wait, hold on, I just noticed a piece of fabric was torn off on a bush. Hmm...looks like it was from a government jacket.
Did it have a name on it? I mean, the government has tons of agents...
As a matter of fact, the name "Charles Calvin" is stitched onto it. That name ring a bell?
Oh dear. Not him...Alter, get into the temple immediately.
Got it, boss. Over and out.
(Alter puts his phone away, and puts out the cigarette he was smoking throughout his conversation with Henry.)
Hmmm...looks like this is where those gems go. Four spots on the door, four gems to place. The slots are much too small, but I came prepared for something like that...
(Alter pulls out four Grow & Shrink chips and puts them on the gemstones, shrinking them to a size that would make them fit into the slots on the door. He places the Tunisian Diamond in the first slot, the Romanian Ruby in the second, the Norwegian Emerald in the third, and the Serbian Citrine in the fourth. The door opens without a hitch.)
Alright. Time to get going.
(He sprints into the temple. After the door closes behind him, a slot on the back opens up, allowing him to get the jewels back. He briefly halts his sprint, grabs the jewels again, and then continues his sprint down the entryway of the temple.)
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Primadonna
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Authors Note: Again I was horny so theres another descriptive penis. This is a Y/N in first person POV story. Loosely based on the sonngs“Primadonna” and “Bubblegum Bitch” by Marina! 
Links to songs: https://open.spotify.com/track/5tFMuAw6X2R4NLx97g7n9q?si=ff1e3a065e6f4120  https://open.spotify.com/track/0ZFBKLOZLIM16RAUb5eomN?si=59f9c1b4995e4fb8
Warnings: SMUT 18+! Rough sex, slapping, swearing, breeding kink, age gap(31 years) and the descrptive penis. 
Paring: Aaron Hotchner x Female Reader 
Word Count: 3.5k Im sorry! 
Tag list : @spenciee-reid @subspencer @dr-spencer-reid 
Who was I to blame other than myself? I took pride in how I looked; you could almost call it egotistical for how much I would spend on myself. It could be seen as annoying to most, but it worked in my favor. Don’t get me wrong, I was never really into looks growing up but when I moved on and away from my childhood home, I wanted to make a new life for myself. And when I ended up in Virginia, I did a whole one eighty so I could say goodbye to my past and hello to my future. It was interesting to say the least, but to make this long story short, it was my neighbor would made me egotistical. He was tall, tan, and handsome. Your classic DILF to say the least, but in my mind, I knew he wouldn’t go for the old me.
 I met him the day I moved in. He was in his yard mowing while I was bringing in boxes off the moving truck. We flashed each other a few smiles and waves when we could since we were both busy. It wasn’t long after he finished mowing, he was on my front porch with his son with him. There was no doubt they were father and son. I smiled softly as they stood there with a plate of cookies in the child’s hands. “Hi, um I’m Aaron and this my son Jack. We just wanted to come say hi and welcome you to the neighborhood.” Aaron spoke softly but nervously as he looked at me. I tilted my head to the side and smiled back as Jack lifted the plate of cookies up.
“I Helped make them! I even put the sprinkles on them too.” Jack smiled brightly with his two front teeth missing.
“They look delicious! Thank you.” I nodded slowly at Jack with a smile on my face as I squatted down to take the plate from him.
“My name’s Y/N by the way.” I stood up carefully as I made eye contact with Aaron again.
“It’s nice to meet you Y/N.” Aaron said as he stuck out his hand. I shook it gently before I pulled away and stood there while rocking on my heels.
 “Well, umm I should get back to unpacking and all that fun stuff. Thank you again for the welcome and the cookies.”
“Do you have a puppy?!?!” Jack asked excitedly.
“That’s Hershey, he’s actually a rescue that I’m trying to find a good home for.”
‘Dad! Can we get the puppy?” Jack asked tugging on Aaron’s arm.
“Jack, you know we agreed that we would start with a fish before we got a puppy.”
Jack pouted and kicked his foot slightly.
“If you’d like, you can come and visit him until I find him a home. As long as it’s okay with your dad of course.” I suggested while setting the plate down on the coffee table next to the front door.
“That’s fine with me, but Jack, let’s give Y/N time to finish moving into her new home.” Jack smiled ear to ear and nodded before he took off running back to his own house. I tilted my head to the side and laughed softly before I looked back at Aaron.
“Thank you.” He said softly with a soft smile.
“It’s no problem. But just so you know Hershey does have a family interested in him, but they won’t be here to get him until the end of the month. I’m sorry.”
“It’s not a problem. I know he really wants a puppy, but this will give him experience and it will be good for him.” I nodded in agreement before Aaron said his goodbye.  And that was the last time I had seen Aaron for a while. Jack would come over daily to play with Hershey once everything was set.
 Now here we are three months later. It’s summertime and I do not handle heat well.
The sun was high in the sky as I sat in my backyard. I had on my favorite red cherry printed two pieces along with my hair pulled into pigtails, some heart shaped sunglasses and my ear buds in. I laid down on my lawn chair and hummed softly as I did my best to not turn into a walking lobster, but the sun is supposed to help with skin or so I’ve heard.  It wasn’t until about twenty minutes later I had the feeling I was being watched. I sat up slowly and looked around only to see Aaron by the fence with a spatula in his hand and jaw on the floor that quickly picked up when I smiled at him. He turned redder than my two pieces. I gave him a wave before he waved back nervously with the spatula. Aaron quickly turned around back to his grill. My lips curved into a sly smirk before I stood up and made my way over to the fence.
“Well hello stranger.” I leaned on the fence a little bit before Aaron turned background.
“I swear I wasn’t staring at you in a creepy way.”
“It’s fine Aaron. I’m not creeped out. Flattered would be the word I’d use since I am.”
Aarons panicked smile turned into a real one when he raised his eyebrow to wipe his forehead with the back of his hand.
“I was just looking around because you know, it’s just me this weekend and my team and I are having a little stress reliver barbeque.”
“Sounds like a fun time! I’ll leave you to it.” I gave him another smile before I started to walk away only to hear a groan behind me. When I looked over my shoulder Aaron was biting his bottom lip until our eyes connected once again.
 “Wow Aaron, I really hope your team doesn’t show up and see you hitting on your twenty-four-year-old neighbor. I mean they might find it creepy, but I find it sexy.” His face went blank as he went to say something before, he was cut off by another voice.
 “Hello Hotchner, our favorite boss.” A woman with bright blue glasses and a big smile said carrying a plastic tub and few other people followed behind her. It only took a second before the group of people were looking at me. There were a few different looks plastered across the faces before a tall man with shoulder length brown hair spoke up.
“Hotch, are you going to explain why there’s a pretty girl in a bikini on your fence or we supposed to stand here and act like she’s not real?” He squeezed his lips together tightly before I tilted my head to the side and lifted my sunglasses up.
“Well, you all must be Aarons team, I’m Y/N and I’m his newish neighbor.”
“Wait wait wait, you’re Hotch’s neighbor?” Another man spoke up. He was tall, muscled, and handsome.
“Yes?” I raised my eyebrow before I nodded my head.
“It’s just that you’re different than what we pictured. Aaron just said he had a new neighbor that was sweet and nice. Also dressed like a housewife from the fifties, but modern.” A woman with dark hair spoke up before her eyes traveled like Hotches did about fifteen minutes ago.
 “Oh, so you do talk about me?” I teased playfully before Aaron went back to his grill. I rolled my eyes before I lowered my sunglasses again. “Well, it was nice to meet you all, have a good time.” I waved goodbye to the team as I went back to my chair and laid on my stomach before I put my ear buds back in. It wasn’t long before I felt someone touching my shoulder. I jerked up so fast and grabbed my chest tightly. “Jesus Christ!” I panted before I focused my eyes. It was the tall, long haired man.
 “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. My names Spencer.” He put his hand out and I shook it before he smiled softly.
“How can I help you, Spencer?”
“I umm I felt bad about earlier, Hotch can be stubborn, but the team and I wanted to see if you’d like to come over and hang out.” I looked down at the ground before I stood up and walked over to the fence. The rest of the team stopped to focus on my direction as Spencer stood behind me. I crossed my arms over my chest while they all looked before Aaron finally turned around with a surprised look on his face.
“I was told that the team wanted to meet me more, but if that’s clearly going to bother you… I won’t so tell me now Aaron, so I don’t waste anyone’s time here or crash this party anymore.”
“You go girl!” The dark-haired woman yelled with a smile on her face and a glass of wine in her hand. The team nodded along with her as Aaron flared his nostrils.
“You know you have a lot of nerve talking to me that way.”
“Oh, please Aaron, like I’m scared of you. I know you’re FBI. I know what you could do. But you won’t and if you did your research, you’d see I’m clean. The only thing that seems to bother you about me is that you just can’t seem to handle having a younger woman attracted to you. You might be a hero to everyone, but to me, you are a COWARD! I get it scares you that I’m so comfortable being the way I am, and you’re intimidated but times have changed Aaron, I suggest you do the same.” My cheeks flushed red as I took a deep breath. All the rest of the team had their jaws on the floor before I apologized to them and took off to return into my house.  
 It wasn’t until later that night after I had showered and got dressed into some silk shorts and tank top that there was a knock on my door. I rolled my eyes hard before I opened it.
“Mr. Hotchner.” I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned against my door frame as he stood there with his hands in his pockets.
“Are you really going to resort to that?”
“Just like how you restored to acting like I don’t exist anymore?”
“I did not! I work for the FBI. I don’t have a set schedule. And---”
“And every time I’d say hi or wave, you’d ignore me! That’s acting like I don’t exist.”
“I… I didn’t even realize.”
“If this is your way of apologizing, it’s not very good.” I searched him up and down before I looked him dead in the eye.
“You know, you really don’t know how to be very ladylike do you?”
I stood up straight and huffed before a small chuckle left my lips. “Sorry just because I dress like a housewife doesn’t make me one. I like to dress how I want, and I look damn good too. I don’t know why you’re so uptight with me it’s not like I’m your wife or anything.”  
“Did you ever think that I’m so uptight because of you and not what you wear?”
“Please explain Aaron.”
Aaron rubbed his face with his hands before took a deep breath. “I am attracted to you okay. When I see you, I feel like a teenager all over. You make my heart race, knees week and honestly, I get turned on. And it almost feels wrong because you are thirty-one years younger than me. I know this all sounds backwards, but you make me crazy.”
I uncrossed my arms and sighed before I grabbed his hand. “Aaron, stop being scared. The more you fear, the more you hold back and when you hold back things like this happen. There’s no reason to be scared. I already told you that I’m attracted to you. And I’m sure you knew that before I blew up on you earlier. “
“Well, it would explain a lot … why you’d bend over that way in those outfits or be out in your swimsuit … that’s why I acted like that around you.” Aaron squeezed my hand before I pulled him inside. He looked around in amazement before I shut the door with a slam and stood straight in front of him. Aaron stood there as I made my up to him and trailed my fingertips over his shirt while tilting my head to the side before, I gave him the innocent eye look.
 “Oh, I know better than that. You’re not so innocent young lady.” He smirked while I stood up on my tip toes and brushed my lips against his. Aaron cupped my face with his hands. My body felt like it had melted just by his kiss. Aaron moved his hands to the back of my head as he stepped backwards. It was only a matter of seconds before he was laying on the couch with me on top of him.
“It’s the innocence kink my dear Aaron. You and I both have it. You can deny it, but you know I’m right.” I teased while tossing my tank top on the floor leaving Aaron with his jaw dropped when he seen my breasts. He reached up and grabbed them softly as I moved my hips against his. I could feel him growing harder by the second. Aaron reached between us to remove his own shirt to show off his toned and slightly hairy chest. I bit my bottom lip while we looked at each other hungrily. “Have you ever been told you’re a primadonna?” He asked as I rubbed his chest slowly.
 “All the time.” I flipped my hair over my shoulder as I leaned down and licked his neck slowly which made him chuckle before it turned into moans. “I know what I want. I Know what I like. And the answer is you, Aaron.” I licked up to his jawline before kissing up to his lips. He captured his lips with mine before he gripped my hips and flipped us around, so I was beneath him. His hands moved up to my breasts while he kissed down my neck making sure to stop every now and then to leave love bites.
“Marking me as yours hmm?” I teased while running my hands over his chest.
“I’d be crazy not too!” Aaron mumbled against my neck before his hands yanked down my shorts with a swift motion. He sat up straight and looked down at me with a mix of lust and love in his eyes. I lifted my leg up and placed it on his shoulder which made him grab my ankle with a dark smirk. He loved how easily I was giving into him, but let’s be honest, anyone who would turn him down can’t be trusted.
“Taste what’s yours Aaron.” I spoke softly and slowly while licking my lips as his face quickly disappeared between my legs. He ripped my panties off in one quick motion. “Don’t worry my little primadonna, I’ll buy you more.” Before I could even respond, Aaron had parted my thighs and started licking at my pussy as if he needed it to survive. He lapped his tongue over my folds while looking up at me through his lashes. It was like heaven. He knew exactly what he was doing as my hands tangled in his hair. It wasn’t long before he slid two of his fingers inside of me. A loud gasp left my lips as he worked me over with his fingers. Aaron licked up to my clit before he sucked on it softly which made my toes curl.
 “Aaron please!” I whimpered while he continued to finger me.
“Please what doll?” His words were thick and deep.
“Fuck me senseless.”
His eyes turned dark as he quickly removed his fingers. He stood up for a second to undo his pants. Once they were off, he kicked them to the side before he removed his boxers. My eyes widen as he stood there letting out a sigh when the cool air rushed against his hard on. Aaron’s cock stood proudly; it was hard as I had ever seen in my life. His penis was at least nine inches long, thick and a bit of a trimmed bush covered over his balls. It looked good, and I had to admit it. “Jesus Christ Aaron, you’re going to murder me with the dick of yours.” I leaned up on my elbows as he leaned down and kissed my forehead.
“That’s my plan my doll.” He grinned before looking around and back down at me. “Condoms?”
“No. I want you RAW!” I demanded. Aaron wasted no time in grabbing my ankles and tossing my legs over his shoulders. My eyes rolled back into my head when the head of his penis slowly pushed inside of me. ‘Fuck! Give me a minute.” I whined before Aaron slowly inched his way into me.
 “Are you okay my spoiled brat?” He asked while running his fingertips over my thighs. After a few seconds, I nodded, and Aaron slowly thrusted his hips forward. He was gentle until I begged him to go harder, and Aaron let loose. It made sense how rough he became. His hands wrapped around the back of my neck as he basically folded me in half as he deep thrusted into me, forcing me to look into his dark brown eyes while he reached down between us to rub my clit.
“Aaron! Oh my god! Fuck!” I moaned and whimpered as he kept his focus on my eyes. His grip tightened around the back of my neck which made me roll my eyes into the back of head while my lips turned into a smirk.
“Such a dirty girl, I knew you weren’t innocent. You love being dicked down by an older man. Such a naughty girl. Taking my dick so well too. Tell me how much you need it.” He grunted loudly with each thrust getting deeper, harder, and faster. My mascara ran down my face as I mumbled softly.
“YES! Aaron, I need you, Only you. No one else. God! I love being fucked by you.”
My body was ready. I needed to cum as Aaron squeezed the back of my neck tightly while he was going deep inside of me. His balls slapping against my pussy hard echoed through the room. Aaron had become a rough dom and it made me happy knowing I made him this way. “Aaron please, I need to cum. I have to cum! Please let me cum.”
“You don’t cum until I do.” He gave a small slap across my face which made me smile up at him before he shoved tow fingers in my mouth. He was working me over like I’ve never had before. Aaron knew exactly what he was doing, and it was working.
“AARON, PLEASE I NEED TO CUM ON YOUR COCK AND YOU NEED TO CUM INSIDE ME PLEASE!” I whined loudly while gripping onto his arms until my nails were digging into his skin. With a few more snaps of his hips, he was grunting in my ear while Cumming deep inside of me which made me cum against his dick. Heavy breathing filled the air as he laid on top of me making sure his cum stayed inside of me. “Aaron, damn… that was … amazing.” He smiled against the crook of my neck before placing a few soft and lazy kisses on it. We laid on the couch for what felt like hours before he finally got up.
 “Come on pretty girl, you need a bath.” He extended his hand before I lead him to the bathroom.
“Aaron, just to be clear we just marked each other as lovers basically.” I said while looking in the mirror at the hickeys forming on my neck along with his.
“And I wouldn’t have it any other way. But if you lose some of your attitude imagine what you’ll get when you’re not a brat.” He wiggled his eyebrows before leaning down and giving me a kiss. He wrapped his arms around my waist and squeezed.
 “And how do you explain the scratches and love bites to your team?” I teased while giggling.
“Simple, my girlfriend did this to me because she was being a needy brat.”
My jaw dropped as he spoke those words.
“Girlfriend?”
“Well after that and everything else in between I’d sure hope you’d be mine.” He looked back over his shoulder while getting the bath ready.
“You have a very interesting way of asking me out and of course I’ll say yes.” I smiled at him softly before he stood up and helped me into the tub with him. Aaron kissed the top of my head before he rubbed my arms gently. It was sweet and romantic, and I couldn’t wait to see what the future held for us.
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sayofchains88 · 26 days ago
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Chapter one: Searching for Alex by OrangeLetters88~
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"The hardest part to believe Alex as a leader is the fact he is most emotional of us all. He feels more deeply for someone than even humans I know..." Christian states following behind Dr. Carol to the car, they get in leaving the rest at the house for now.
Dr. Carol stuck his free hand out of the window holding the wheel with his other. "There was a reason I did not let the others come. You now are the new temporary leader and sometimes you may have to take over for Alex...we are here for observation."
Dr. Carol pulls in after the long drive far from the building. The area is shady. Located in a bad part of town, there is a long metal spiral staircase going up instead of a door.
He knocks on the door. Christian looks to his side or would periodically look down before someone opens up.
Dr.Carol bumps fists with a man in olive green and black pants. His face is hidden under a cowboy hat. "Hey man, what are doing here? New case after so many years or..."
"I need to see your registers for new incomings Graham. I had a kidnapping case happen at my new masters."
He laughs before promptly before slapping down large unlabeled book in colored folders. "Good luck, we get dailies on new entries and if he is recent it might not be in this yet, but this this morning."
Dr.Carol sits down in the corner in the already small crowded room. He signals for Christian to come over to sit beside him. He teaches him how to read the notes on the pages. They sit for what is hours looking through bold type face on a white page. Sometimes the pages are penciled instead of printed.
Various finger prints, photos of people with their faces covered. Purchases of the vampires in the thousands sometimes even humans used for experiment archives are found inside messily.
Christian slams the book in frustration knocking his head against the table. "Is this what happens to people who go missing?" Christian says gloomily turning his head to the side staring at the wall.
Dr. Carol lays his hand on Christians head as he slowly flips through pages while lighting a cigarette. He says nothing for a moment. "You will be more shocked the longer you live."
Graham strolls over to Dr. Carol who has smoked all of his first pack. Christian has fallen asleep on the books. "So who is it that you are looking for exactly? You been here almost the whole day Carol..."
"He is this lanky little optimistic asshole named Alex. He is old fashioned as hell and likes to dress like a beatnik you know all black? For now I am with him."
"So what happened to Steel? I thought you liked her spunk."
"I am still with Steel, but for now I agreed a temporary alliance with Alex. It's not we expected him to just be taken..." Dr. Carol said with heavy bags under his eyes. His glasses glaring against the soft light of the room, he is fully concentrated on the words with each page.
Graham pats him on the back going back behind the counter. Dr. Carol stands up slamming the table with his hands waking a groggy Christian. "I found it well something, but we need to act fast."
He runs over to Graham slapping the file on the desk. He examines the photo and file. No purchase yet in the attachment. "So this is him?"
Alex is photographed blindfolded unconscious in a woman's arms. His head is tipped to the side trying to get him to sit up right. Various numbers are written on the page. "I need to copy these for me. Where can I sit the bidding?"
"I will give you the addresses, but remember you didn't get it from me." He says roughly jotting down notes on school ruled notebook paper.  
Dr. Carol stuffs it in his pockets, but takes the scanned pages to put in a dusty folder he snags from Graham. "I owe you one soon. Thanks."
Christian trails behind Dr. Carol who is some reason much faster than previous. He makes his way down the stairs jumping in the car. Christian hops the back. "You found him?"
He flings the files on Christian's lap who opens it appalled. "What will they do to him?"
"I mean anything could be happening to him right now. Right now we just got to check the addresses Graham gave me. He is a seller yes, but he isn't horrible as you might think."
"Why do you know him Dr. Carol?"
"Hmm..." Dr.Carol takes a long drag on his cigarette before flicking the bud out of the window. "My half-sister was taken by these guys when I had become a doctor...but she was killed. It is part of why I decided to become a vampire..."
The rest of car ride was mainly silent. Christian felt sorry he asked, but cleared up how he knew that shady guy, they make it to a large hotel with signs posted outside. They were about to walk inside when they were stopped.
"Excuse me you need a ticket to be allowed inside to this event." The doorman pressed.
"So this is a private event? At four am?" Dr. Carol asks.
"Yes sir, private auctions are happening at this hour as to not cause disturbance."
"Understood, thank you." Dr. Carol replies turning around pulling out his phone. He speaks low enough so Christian could not understand him. He shifts his attention back to the door man. "May I ask you to look at the digital VIP list please?"
The doorman activates his ipad for updated list instead of paper identifier that lays on a board to his side. He doesn't say anything allowing them inside the hotel.
Everything is draped in black going inside. The attention is to the main hall where women and men are lining up in well-dressed clothing. Christian marvels as they pass through the halls.
"I assume if you were human you have never seen anything like this at all." Dr. Carol snickers to himself. Christian looks away embarrassed.
They view a line on the other side of incoming line of people blindfolded being lead in by rope being fed in to coax them to move forward. Their hands tied behind their back. Christian moves forward in shock seeing Alex from a far.
Dr. Carol stops Christian from going any further shaking his head. He looks at him in disbelief. He quickly see's the woman who was there in the photo with Alex. His feelings of rage wanted to consume him, but he cools down by closing his eyes breathing in and out.
"I understand your pain Christian, but you cannot let this get to your head...Alex's life in endangered. We are vampires and shouldn't even be here...please be patient."
Christian stops himself. They get seated. The lady from the photo is now dressed up in a long glittery gown. "Welcome to today's auction, today we will be showcasing about thirty new arrivals. Most of them are tagged. If you buy any untagged you can call our help desk."
Another man dressed in a navy blue suit comes forward. He takes the microphone. "Hello, we will be going over the lists you should have gotten earlier at the help desk. This list is alphabetical before we go to the subjects." He announces clearing his throat before continuing. "Now please if you will look at your guides."
"Dr.Carol...what is tagged mean?" Christian asks grabbing his arm squeezing it tightly. He gently releases his hand.
"It's a spell...if he has it then he is going to be hard to deal with..." Dr. Carol replies nervously.
Christian starts to get to get tears in his eyes. He lets himself out to get fresh air while Dr. Carol does his best by staying in the bidding. Christian stretches his arms and legs when he catches the woman outside with a forlorn look on her face.  
He peeks over to see her crying. She stops him from with her hand extending out. "I can feel you...please stay away."
"What are you talking about?" Christian unsure how to respond stays his distance as she requests leaving him to kick his feet around a little bit while she brings out a handkerchief to quietly stop herself from crying in front of a stranger. "So why are you crying?"
"Because..."
"Because?" Christian questions inching in a little bit towards her, but she scooches away.
"I don't even know you! Why would you even care?"
"I am not good at reading people, but based on what you said. It must be similar to why I am here..." He replies shyly.
"I already know you are vampire...I sense you got someone in there. If you get caught you are going to be on that list."
He decides to get closer holding his hands out. "But...you won't tell anyone will you?"
"Are you new or something? I am a witch..."
"A witch, you are much too pretty to be a witch."
She folds her arms and turns away. "You really are new to this. You are an idiot."
"But maybe a cute idiot to you?" Christian responds with a grin. She glances over to him with a half-smile. "But really, you were crying. Please tell me why?"
"Well..." behind them the ground shakes causing the woman's heels to snap against the hard dirt. People start to shovel out. Christian tries to reach her as she is swept away by people crowding. Christian starts to take height by jumping up on the top of the roof.
He staggers to keep straight, but falls on the ground running inside the building despite the huge amount of smoke leeching out. He covers his mouth. Something touches his shoulder. "We need to get out of here now..." Dr. Carol whispers.
"What happened to Alex?" Christian asks, but Dr. Carol refuses to say anything grabbing his hand. They wait in the car a moment. It is almost six am and he usually rests like a normal vampire. He lays his head against the wheel closing his eyes.
"Wait...you are effected by sun?"
"Unfortunately...when I turned I was using very old DNA from an older version of vampire compared to if I had just modified the weaknesses..."
Christian gets out of the car to have Dr.Carols arms rest over his shoulder to set him in the passenger seat so he could sleep. They find a cheap motel with curtains dark enough. He has to kick the door open to get Dr. Carol inside.
He slings him on the bed. He is so lethargic he is unable to keep his eyes open. Christian sits at the edge of the bed with his hands supporting his chin. He takes a pillow and sleeps on the floor instead of trying to think.
He wakes up to Dr. Carol still sleeping. He walks over to see a different woman in the lobby than earlier. They look into each other's eyes when slowly she stops what she is doing. Christian waves his hand in front on her face; she seems completely out of it. "Wait did I do this...?"
"I never knew I had this ability?" Christian whispers to himself. All the sudden he could feel his heart beat and thump erratically before he knew it he was digging his fangs deep into her neck. Everything seems to swirl in his head next when he is on the ground pushing away with legs to someone screaming.
"Christian..." Dr.Carol whispers pulling him up on his feet, Christian is covered in blood from killing the woman. Her body resting at an odd angle against the desk, her eyes slightly opened.
"We need to leave now!" Dr. Carol shouts jerking Christian from the spot. They vault to the car in a rush. They hear police cars in the distance. He waits till they are a long ways away before he stops. Christian is absolutely dumbfounded.
His expression is mainly shock. Dr. Carol slaps Christian in the face before he looks up. "You need to get a hold of yourself. This isn't just a joyride..."
"I...don't know what came over me...." Christian replies looking at his shirt covered in blood.
"You know what I am not going to lecture you. You should know what I mean by now...but I am sure as hell going to go after Alex. He babies you all much too much and you know what?"
Christian guiltily looks down at his lap without saying a word. "...What?"
"He is going to let you get killed this way...look...I am not mad...I am scared for you."
He looks at a paper to double check he is in the right place before getting out and slamming the door. "Where are we?"
He tosses a bag of clothes from the trunk at Christian. "Another auction house, get fucking changed before they suspect us, we have no time to waste on this."
Dr.Carol casually strolls in this time with no bells or whistles. The building is almost collapsed tilting to the right uneven. Christian stares in awe getting out.
"Why is this place so different than the other one?"
Dr. Carol puts his finger to his mouth. He quiets. "I am looking for a lanky boy in all black? Was he brought here?"
Several people review papers on the desks and under. "I think so...come this way please."
They open a room far in the back. Many young men dressed in rags with their eyes covered chained to an overhead beam. Christian dunks his head going under the doorway.
Their fangs have been capped. A young lady dressed in violet is playing a harp. They all seem tranced. Her pointed hat painted in a darker purple with black lace ribbon is peacefully playing with her eyes closed.
The people in charge hold their fingers to their mouth. Christian briefly views the captives swaying slightly left to right almost in harmony. Christian can feel himself shaking. Dr. Carol lays his hand on Christian's arm.
He can sense his discomfort with the situation. Dr.Carol spins around to walk back through the doorway dragging Christian. They meet at the desk. "Looks like I don't see him here. Thank you for your time."
They wave as they go leaving the place. "Alex wasn't there was he?" Christian chimes.
"No...there is one other place I would like to check. After that...we need to take a break to think."
The place is not much further from where they started. It's a rundown Victorian home with a little modern re-touch. The place is nearly empty. Dr. Carol rings a large brass bell in the corner of the door. A man comes out.
"Are you a buyer?" The man in a suit asks.
"Yes, may I check your books?"
"Oh we do not do books anymore..." He said looking side to side sneakily before waving them back. "We have some temporaries getting tagged if you care to join me."
"So is this why I don't see witches much anymore?" Dr. Carol laughs watching another young witch dressed in long gown tied with a ribbon at the hip, but her gown is a slightly deep ruby red color. Her hat is completely black. Her hands are creating the slave tattoo on an older vampire's neck.
"We mainly hire them for slave work. Usually they are still training which is why they are very pretty younger women. Usually they are looking to improve their medium even if they disagree with our work."
Dr. Carol is looking around the room with Christian. A man that fits Alex's description is found already tagged. Christian lifts his blinds as he is titling inwards. He is deeply sedated. "Alex! Alex wake up!"
The man comes over in a hurry panicking. "His tag isn't activated yet. Please stop shaking him plus he is already been bought."
Dr. Carol glides over. "Who bought him, if I am allowed to ask?"
The man checks his mini book in hand. "I am sorry it seems we are not allowed to say..."
Dr.Carol swipes it from the man who is outraged. A large man comes in. Christian points forward. "Samuel! You bastard." Christian growls.
"I am ready for the activation..." Samuel says with a smirk on his face.
"Come this way please. Just push your blood print against his throat. It will take a few seconds."
"No Alex..." Christian mumbles heartbroken seeing him glow being claimed. Dr. Carol gets in front of Christian to stop him from going further. Samuel walks over to them after showing in a nurse to carry out Alex.
"Stop Christian...I know what you are about to say. Don't you dare think of giving up your freedom to Samuel..." Dr. Carol glares.
They watch Samuel leave with guards. They make it outside watching him be loaded in. Christian not being as acrobatic pushes Dr. Carol aside to slam himself against Samuel butting his head against his back scooting him a little forward.
Samuel turns around seeing Christian angry. The owner of the shop loads his tranquilizer gun. "You are disgusting Samuel."
"You are a vampire aren't you? We basically took a queen bee of a vampire hive it sounds." The shop keeper states shocked. "If you harass a good paying customer I will shoot."
Samuel takes Christians hand twisting it. While Alex is being heisted away, the shop owner shoots Christian in the back multiple times before he swings a weak loose punch landing on his face. Dr. Carol stoops down to pick him up knocking the needles off his back.
He waits till Samuel is fully out of the room without a word. "Look you sold our clan leader to an asshole, he is upset and should be understandable. You are literally black marketing living breathing beings. Just because you are human must make you feel something special." Dr. Carol huffs.
"Wait...you are that famous doctor that disappeared. You gave up your humanity?"
"Certainly has made my life interesting, but please continue to sell my brother. Ignore we have sort of humanity."
"Look...I was hired here for good money. It's not that I don't believe you all don't have a right to live. I am just trying to feed my family here."
"Keep telling yourself that..." Dr. Carol states closing the door behind softly.
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joontier · a month ago
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Subliminal in Scrubs | V1;  report ix
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pairings: dr. jeon jungkook x female reader
chapter rating: NC-17 | genre: doctors! au; humor, romance 
warnings: swearing
word count: 1.8k
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You open your new group chat first thing in the morning, wanting to check on Soomin and Jimin. Just yesterday, the two had informed you of their concerns separately, both worried over the same thing. Soomin’s mother wanted to hold a small congratulatory celebration for her daughter’s KMLE results, and her subsequent acceptance at Woocheon, so there was going to be a party exclusively for all tenants of the building at the restaurant just next to the cafe. 
The two hadn’t worked out their budding acquaintance, as you had practically forced them to greet each other the last time you were at the cafe, so you thought this might be a great way to have them start over their tricky relationship. 
As you’ve expected, both of them had even tried to convince you to come, in the hopes that a mutual friend could help diminish the awkward air around them. You’ve declined each of them politely, not wanting to intrude on their little get-together. Besides, (just like you hadn’t forgotten to mention to them), this was the perfect opportunity to get rid of this wall hindering their friendship (to which, both of them had also quite strongly disagreed upon). 
A mere three hours after their outpour of sentiments, as you’re rewatching episodes of Dr. Romantic with Chohee, the pair drunkenly call you, requesting a video chat. You’re pretty sure not one of them is aware of what’s happening, especially with Jimin refilling his shot glass every thirty seconds; Soomin speaking gibberish, and Chohee literally teasing them through the screen of your laptop and yet none of them seem to mind a damn thing about it. 
So, with hopes that each of them arrived home safely last night, you type in your text message. 
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‘What is this place, really?’ you mutter to yourself, slightly regretting your decision to take the subway instead of a cab. You only ride taxis for places you’re not familiar with (such is the case with today) but you didn’t want to spend twice as much solely for transportation so you took the train to the building. 
Now you feel lost. You’ve just gone to the main entrance of the building, but there was scaffolding barring the entrance, and now you’re struggling to look for Entrance B with the singular tarpaulin saying “Please use Entrance B” and a faded arrow below pointing to the left. After a grueling ten minutes of asking people for directions and walking all over the place, you finally find Entrance B and hurry on your way inside. 
There’s already a small crowd forming where the directions for the processing of your license is posted, and you can’t seemingly read the directions all the way down with people clearly taller than you blocking the way. 
“What’s the matter? Can’t see the directions, smally?” 
Your instant recognition of his voice makes you hang your head low. You figure there’s no way you can get rid of this guy anytime soon. 
“Hello, Jungkook.” 
Why is it that he’s always there wherever you are? He couldn’t be stalking me, could he? 
Jungkook almost spits his water on the girl in front of him. Oh, so he heard your thoughts then. “Yeah, you wish, woman. I wouldn’t do that even if you had one million strapped to your neck.” You roll your eyes at him. 
“Wasn’t asking for any conditions for you to do that, but thanks for letting me know your thoughts.” 
“Awh, you mad, babe?” Shaking your head at him, you try to continue peering over everyone’s shoulder to check the post. “If it makes you feel any better, I would for two million though.” 
You were just about to retaliate with a smart comment, but you see a girl walking towards Jungkook while twirling her hair with her newly manicured fingers. “Jungkook-oppa, you’re here!” she says, hooking her arm on his elbow. 
Ah yes, it’s the same brat that kept defending Jungkook’s ass during the KMLE exam. “Why don’t you come with us? My mom works here,” her voice gets down to a whisper, but loud enough for you to hear. “If you come with us, you wouldn’t have to fall in line, then maybe we could have lunch together. 
Jungkook removes her hand from his, “No thank you, I’ll just wait here.” 
“With her?”
The audacity of this bitch. 
“Yes, with her.” Jungkook says, not skipping a beat. “She’s...better company.” Oof, that’s gotta hurt. 
You try not to show much of your currently soaring pride on your face, but you can’t help but clear your throat as a terrible disguise for a snort. The girl becomes silent after that, with most of her friends trying to control their facial expressions after Jungkook’s reply. 
“Fine then, your loss,” she says with a flip of her hair, then makes her exit. 
You're unsure what to do now as the girl has already left, and you’re also not sure if you’re entirely happy about being left with Jungkook now. “Why didn’t you go with her? Could’ve saved you a lot of time considering the people here.” 
Jungkook clenches his jaw, as if in thought. “I don’t like cheating. I believe that there’s a different value in the reward that comes with something you worked hard for.” 
You’re surprised. You really hadn’t expected this kind of quote, coming out of Jungkook out of all people, but you find yourself nodding as he speaks, quite impressed that you share the same principles. 
As the crowd starts to disperse, you and Jungkook finally get your turns to take a look at the poster. “Is it often?” 
“What is?” 
You point a thumb backwards towards where the girl had gone to, “Having girls throw themselves at you all the time?” 
“Oh that,” Jungkook chuckles, then gives you a lopsided smirk, “Yeah, that. Hadn’t realized being this hot was so tiring.” Squinting your eyes at him, it then again dawns on you that you shouldn’t even have asked him that sort of question at all. 
“You know,” he says, nudging your shoulder with his, “I’m quite jealous of you really,” your brows crease together. This can’t be good. “At least you don’t experience all of that, cause you know…” he says, gesticulating his hands over his face. 
He did not just insinuate that you were not...attractive at all. Huh. This bastard can wait for his license alone then. 
“Goodbye, Jungkook.” 
“Hang on! ________, wait! I was just messing with you,” Jungkook laughs, running after you.
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The cashier is already scanning the last items on your grocery list by the time Jimin and Soomin had texted you that they were done with their licenses, and you three had agreed on meeting up by the mall’s concierge. It doesn’t take long before you all decide on having Italian for dinner, after seeing the restaurant nearest to where the concierge was. 
“Wait, it took you guys only half an hour?” you exclaim, recalling how you had to endure at least more than an hour with Jungkook as you waited for your licenses to finish. Thankfully though, the latter had other errands to run so you two parted ways as soon as you got your IDs. 
Jimin, always the gentleman, offers to get your group the utensils as well as a few condiments and spices you might need with your meals. “Soomin-ssi, do you know anybody else who’s going to Woocheon too?” he says, setting the silverware atop the napkins. 
Soomin thanks Jimin for the thoughtful gesture, sending a small smile his way. You squeal inwardly, wanting to know what happened last night for them to interact like this. “Um, also, I’m not so sure about the others who will be attending Woocheon too...I only got a glimpse of the list, sorry.” 
“Ah, no worries about that. So, how was the dinner party last night?” 
The two glance at each other, seemingly communicating with their eyes. Oookay, what’s going on between these two? What exactly happened last night? If they wanted to be alone, they could’ve just said so… 
“It was fun,” Jimin initiates, plastering  what seems to be a painfully wide grin on his face. Soomin nods along with him as she adds more, “Honestly, I don’t remember much about last night, but I do recall Jimin calling me ‘sajangnim’ the whole night. And I told him to not call me that, but Jimin here is a stubborn man.” 
“Yeah, you complained about that too last night,” you laugh, cutting your garlic bread into pieces. “Wait, what?” Jimin squints his eyes at you, “Were you there last night? How did you....” 
“I’m guessing you both don’t remember calling me last night too, didn’t you?” 
“We did?!” they say in unison, making your eyes go wide. “Did I do something stupid?” “Please tell me I didn’t say something I shouldn’t have?” 
“Hmm, well, it was quite the conversation last night,” you tease them, wanting to see how far this can go, “plus Chohee was there too so I have another key witness.” 
“What?” Jimin squeaks, lips pressing into a thin line, “what’s the key witness for?” 
“That, my friend, is up to you to remember and figure out.” You give each of them a wink, before turning your attention back to your pasta.  
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Transferring all your groceries to one hand, you fish your keys from your purse, shaking it lightly to hear its jingle as you blindly course your fingers through your bag. As the elevator doors open, you see your neighbor down the end of the hall, trailing after a man. 
Ayoung hears the elevator bell ding and turns to your direction. She excitedly points her thumb to her back, mouthing ‘new tenant’ to you. She keys in her code and lets the guy in first. The moment he’s inside, she leans by the doorframe and whispers how hot the guy actually was and how much of a lucky neighbor you were going to be. 
You shake your head at her, leaving Ayoung to entertain her guest. Of course, not forgetting to pray that she manages to score you a hot man next door.
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erensnubs · a month ago
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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑪𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑴𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒀𝒐𝒖
Colt Grice x F! Reader Dystopian AU
Chapter 4
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Your body froze at the sudden invasion of personal space .
You instinctively pulled away. You're sure he meant absolutely no harm and this was probably his way of flirting but physical touch upon meeting is a no-go.
You took a few steps back and wave your hands apologetically, "I'm sorry but (you actually weren't), I have to go and talk to some other people. I'll see you around?"
Your pitch was definitely getting higher, the tone you called, "I'm just a meek woman please don't get offended if I say no and please don't hit me."
The man started shaking his hands as well, "No, no, no I'm sorry… I made you uncomfortable. I apologize so much, I'm so sorry."
Oh shit maybe he was actually trying to be nice.
"Oh no no, your fine! I just had to go and do stuff," you say nervously.
So there you were, two complete idiots muttering apologies while shaking their hands.
"Uh… am I interrupting something Dr.?"
You looked over your shoulder and saw a very confused Erwin.
You mentally slapped yourself in the head.
"Nothing, Erwin, I'm just… you know let's just go I was taking a 2 minute break," you say finally.
Erwin cocked an eyebrow at you and nodded, "And you are? Oh where did he go?"
You look at Erwin, "What?"
Erwin gestured with his chin, "The person you were talking to. He vanished."
You turned around and true to Erwin's word he was gone.
Interesting.
"Anyways. Ready to present our plan to. Nile?"
Erwin nodded, "He's over talking to Nanaba and Rico."
You two briskly walked the center of the room, Erwin's hand resting at your hip to keep up the image.
"Ah isn't it the absolutely rare pair, [Last Name] and Smith," Nile chuckled as you approached him.
Rico and Nanaba looked absolutely bored out of their minds and you couldn't help but sympathize. Men like Nile were the reason why you wanted to quit this job. If it wasn't for your friends that you made you might have moved out of the city and just worked from home.
You resisted rolling your eyes at the man just because Nanaba coughed so loudly and shot you a "don't get too cocky" look.
Instead you placed your award winning smile.
"Ah Nile, still trying to flirt with Nanaba after what, 10 plus years?"
Erwin flicked your hip and you immediately say, "I'm just kidding right Erwin?"
Erwin smiled, "Yes [Nickname]. Enough about that, how are you doing Nile?"
You look at Erwin quizzically.
Really Erwin, the nickname?
"Well I was just going to comment on how quickly, you've moved on [Name]... Time does really fly when you're having fun," Nile said pretentiously.
You fisted your hands and released your grip on Erwin. Erwin tried to pull you back but you pinched his wrist and advanced forward to Nile. Furiously.
Nile started to step back and smirk but you could see the light in his eyes start to dim as you walked even faster. You stood in front of him and stared him down. Your hand connected with his shirt and gripped his tie, squeezing enough to choke him.
"Listen here you little piece of shit, I usually let this slide but you just disrespected me and my choices. You should be keeping yourself busy, doing your job here at the ball instead of poking into my business. If you're so obsessed with me why don't you just sign the goddamn contract."
Your eyes never left Nile's and you audibly heard him gulp, despite the loud chatter of the guests. You stuck your hand out and almost immediately Erwin placed the contract paper and the pen in your hand.
You shoved the paper in Nile's face and grabbed his wrist and stuffed the pen in it. He quickly grabbed onto the things and looked down.
"Rico is going to time you for 5 minutes to read that contract and guess what bud, you're gonna sign it because there really is nothing wrong with it," you say seethingly.
Rico made eye contact with you and calmly adjusted her glasses. She knew you were dead serious and pulled out her stopwatch to time Nile.
Nile made a throaty noise, but nothing came out. He flicked the papers and read through the words.
You turn to Rico and Nanaba, "Well I'll hope in 10 to 15 minutes I'll spend some more time with you at the after party?"
Nanaba smirked her blue eyes sparkling with mischief, "Right… see you at the after party."
She quickly grabbed you and kissed you on the cheek, and quickly whispered.
"Only an idiot like Nile wouldn't have guessed you two were fake dating by the way. You were talking to a guy before you came here? Yah know him?"
She pulled back and smiled like nothing happened and you shook your head no and mouthed an "I don't know".
She nodded and silently mouthed, "Be careful."
Imposters liked to come and storm government held parties, and Nanaba was suspicious of the man but he seemed too innocent for that.
You smile at an amused Rico who was watching Nile sweat nervously and Nanaba with her stoic expression. You turned your heel and grabbed Erwin's hand and led you away from them.
"[Name], you scare me so so much," Erwin rubbed his forehead.
You chuckle and pull him into a dancing position, "Yeah but it worked and now we can take these to some government officials, make sure the Treasurer deposits and transfers the money, we decide how we use the money…"
"And organize missions, recons, and pay our soldiers more," Erwin finished with a smile.
You sigh happily as Erwin sways the both of you around, "I'm relieved and I'm happy. And we don't have to worry as much anymore."
Erwin smirked and twirled your arm around, "Meaning you don't have to worry."
You look at him questionably as you pass the murmurs of high society as you dance by. Apparently widows are the true pinnacle of gossip.
"Levi told me about what's going on you know," Erwin leans into your ear and whispers, "Why didn't you tell me or just someone what's happening?"
A wave of guilt sweeps over you and your head hangs low, "I don't want to burden anyone right now. And please don't tell me that I don't wanna carry it. You know this is how I get through shit."
Erwin nods, "Ok but talk to someone… please?"
You nod and your forehead is suddenly met with Erwin's chin. He pulls you into a hug and rubs your shoulders, as if he could hypothetically erase the burdens and sorrows you've been carrying. You want to cry and smash a vase or something you could never tell with your emotions so you stay silent and let him try and comfort you the best way he can.
After what seems like a moment captured in time, Erwin pulls away from you and turns you to the staircase leading downwards where the after party would be.
"People are leaving now and I'm pretty sure it's time to go and you know 'party'", he says seriously and you sputtered out a laugh.
"Pfft yeah let's go party! Woohoo!" You say sarcastically and wave your hands around. Erwin rolls your eyes and pushes you over there.
You get the hint and stroll away from Erwin and flirtily blew him a kiss and walked towards the staircase.
"[Name]! Thank you for your work tonight. I appreciate it," Erwin calls out.
You nod, "See you in a few?"
Erwin smiles reassuringly and you turn away and roll your shoulders to ease off your "work mode".
Your thoughts drift to him as you climb down the stairs and trail your fingers on the railing.
A successful mission, [Name] equates to time to relax.
Really, prove it to me.
Fine, spend 3 days with me because that's how long the mission is and I promise you that you will just destress.
Challenge accepted then.
You remember after those 3 days, Erwin noticed that you became less clumsy and your mind was not just rambling everywhere. He asked what happened and you told Erwin that you were spending time with him.
Him. You remember the night that he took you up into the attic here and looked at the stars and he talked about the old gods and whatever.
You remember how you both found this staircase leading into an old, abandoned basement where you would hang out with Hange, Moblit and the crew. How this place has now become a hang out area for the military.
He held so many memories in this one place, you know you weren't exaggerating when you said everywhere reminded you of him.
But tonight is not the time to think of that. Tonight is to celebrate, to do as he said. To relax, have fun and spend time.
Those were the thoughts that skipped through your mind as you enter the basement room to join your friends to the after party.
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Your body froze at the sudden invasion of personal space .
You instinctively pulled away. You're sure he meant absolutely no harm and this was probably his way of flirting but physical touch upon meeting is a no-go.
You took a few steps back and wave your hands apologetically, "I'm sorry but (you actually weren't), I have to go and talk to some other people. I'll see you around?"
Your pitch was definitely getting higher, the tone you called, "I'm just a meek woman please don't get offended if I say no and please don't hit me."
The man started shaking his hands as well, "No, no, no I'm sorry… I made you uncomfortable. I apologize so much, I'm so sorry."
Oh shit maybe he was actually trying to be nice.
"Oh no no, your fine! I just had to go and do stuff," you say nervously.
So there you were, two complete idiots muttering apologies while shaking their hands.
"Uh… am I interrupting something Dr.?"
You looked over your shoulder and saw a very confused Erwin.
You mentally slapped yourself in the head.
"Nothing, Erwin, I'm just… you know let's just go I was taking a 2 minute break," you say finally.
Erwin cocked an eyebrow at you and nodded, "And you are? Oh where did he go?"
You look at Erwin, "What?"
Erwin gestured with his chin, "The person you were talking to. He vanished."
You turned around and true to Erwin's word he was gone.
Interesting.
"Anyways. Ready to present our plan to. Nile?"
Erwin nodded, "He's over talking to Nanaba and Rico."
You two briskly walked the center of the room, Erwin's hand resting at your hip to keep up the image.
"Ah isn't it the absolutely rare pair, [Last Name] and Smith," Nile chuckled as you approached him.
Rico and Nanaba looked absolutely bored out of their minds and you couldn't help but sympathize. Men like Nile were the reason why you wanted to quit this job. If it wasn't for your friends that you made you might have moved out of the city and just worked from home.
You resisted rolling your eyes at the man just because Nanaba coughed so loudly and shot you a "don't get too cocky" look.
Instead you placed your award winning smile.
"Ah Nile, still trying to flirt with Nanaba after what, 10 plus years?"
Erwin flicked your hip and you immediately say, "I'm just kidding right Erwin?"
Erwin smiled, "Yes [Nickname]. Enough about that, how are you doing Nile?"
You look at Erwin quizzically.
Really Erwin, the nickname?
"Well I was just going to comment on how quickly, you've moved on [Name]... Time does really fly when you're having fun," Nile said pretentiously.
You fisted your hands and released your grip on Erwin. Erwin tried to pull you back but you pinched his wrist and advanced forward to Nile. Furiously.
Nile started to step back and smirk but you could see the light in his eyes start to dim as you walked even faster. You stood in front of him and stared him down. Your hand connected with his shirt and gripped his tie, squeezing enough to choke him.
"Listen here you little piece of shit, I usually let this slide but you just disrespected me and my choices. You should be keeping yourself busy, doing your job here at the ball instead of poking into my business. If you're so obsessed with me why don't you just sign the goddamn contract."
Your eyes never left Nile's and you audibly heard him gulp, despite the loud chatter of the guests. You stuck your hand out and almost immediately Erwin placed the contract paper and the pen in your hand.
You shoved the paper in Nile's face and grabbed his wrist and stuffed the pen in it. He quickly grabbed onto the things and looked down.
"Rico is going to time you for 5 minutes to read that contract and guess what bud, you're gonna sign it because there really is nothing wrong with it," you say seethingly.
Rico made eye contact with you and calmly adjusted her glasses. She knew you were dead serious and pulled out her stopwatch to time Nile.
Nile made a throaty noise, but nothing came out. He flicked the papers and read through the words.
You turn to Rico and Nanaba, "Well I'll hope in 10 to 15 minutes I'll spend some more time with you at the after party?"
Nanaba smirked her blue eyes sparkling with mischief, "Right… see you at the after party."
She quickly grabbed you and kissed you on the cheek, and quickly whispered.
"Only an idiot like Nile wouldn't have guessed you two were fake dating by the way. You were talking to a guy before you came here? Yah know him?"
She pulled back and smiled like nothing happened and you shook your head no and mouthed an "I don't know".
She nodded and silently mouthed, "Be careful."
Imposters liked to come and storm government held parties, and Nanaba was suspicious of the man but he seemed too innocent for that.
You smile at an amused Rico who was watching Nile sweat nervously and Nanaba with her stoic expression. You turned your heel and grabbed Erwin's hand and led you away from them.
"[Name], you scare me so so much," Erwin rubbed his forehead.
You chuckle and pull him into a dancing position, "Yeah but it worked and now we can take these to some government officials, make sure the Treasurer deposits and transfers the money, we decide how we use the money…"
"And organize missions, recons, and pay our soldiers more," Erwin finished with a smile.
You sigh happily as Erwin sways the both of you around, "I'm relieved and I'm happy. And we don't have to worry as much anymore."
Erwin smirked and twirled your arm around, "Meaning you don't have to worry."
You look at him questionably as you pass the murmurs of high society as you dance by. Apparently widows are the true pinnacle of gossip.
"Levi told me about what's going on you know," Erwin leans into your ear and whispers, "Why didn't you tell me or just someone what's happening?"
A wave of guilt sweeps over you and your head hangs low, "I don't want to burden anyone right now. And please don't tell me that I don't wanna carry it. You know this is how I get through shit."
Erwin nods, "Ok but talk to someone… please?"
You nod and your forehead is suddenly met with Erwin's chin. He pulls you into a hug and rubs your shoulders, as if he could hypothetically erase the burdens and sorrows you've been carrying. You want to cry and smash a vase or something you could never tell with your emotions so you stay silent and let him try and comfort you the best way he can.
After what seems like a moment captured in time, Erwin pulls away from you and turns you to the staircase leading downwards where the after party would be.
"People are leaving now and I'm pretty sure it's time to go and you know 'party'", he says seriously and you sputtered out a laugh.
"Pfft yeah let's go party! Woohoo!" You say sarcastically and wave your hands around. Erwin rolls your eyes and pushes you over there.
You get the hint and stroll away from Erwin and flirtily blew him a kiss and walked towards the staircase.
"[Name]! Thank you for your work tonight. I appreciate it," Erwin calls out.
You nod, "See you in a few?"
Erwin smiles reassuringly and you turn away and roll your shoulders to ease off your "work mode".
Your thoughts drift to him as you climb down the stairs and trail your fingers on the railing.
A successful mission, [Name] equates to time to relax.
Really, prove it to me.
Fine, spend 3 days with me because that's how long the mission is and I promise you that you will just destress.
Challenge accepted then.
You remember after those 3 days, Erwin noticed that you became less clumsy and your mind was not just rambling everywhere. He asked what happened and you told Erwin that you were spending time with him.
Him. You remember the night that he took you up into the attic here and looked at the stars and he talked about the old gods and whatever.
You remember how you both found this staircase leading into an old, abandoned basement where you would hang out with Hange, Moblit and the crew. How this place has now become a hang out area for the military.
He held so many memories in this one place, you know you weren't exaggerating when you said everywhere reminded you of him.
But tonight is not the time to think of that. Tonight is to celebrate, to do as he said. To relax, have fun and spend time.
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Those were the thoughts that skipped through your mind as you enter the basement room to join your friends to the after party.
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REPENT, The End is Near!
By Lynda Janzen    Published on: May 9, 2021
“Jesus said, ‘But unless you repent, you too will all perish'” (Luke 13:5, NIV).
“If My people, who are called by My name, will humble themselves and pray and seek My face and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, and I will forgive their sin and will heal their land” (2 Chronicles 7:14, NIV).
“Devote yourselves to prayer…” (Colossians 4:2). “Pray continually” (1 Thessalonians 5:17). “The end of all things is near. Therefore be alert and of sober mind that you may pray” (1 Peter 4:7).
A few years ago, I gave myself a nickname: Mrs. Jeremiah. It has nothing to do with Rev. Dr. David Jeremiah but everything to do with the Old Testament prophet. When the LORD led me to Bible Prophecy and opened my eyes to what was happening in the world, in light of both O.T. and N.T. prophecy, some of my messages, as Jeremiah’s, weren’t exactly comfortable for people, or for me either. Jeremiah wasn’t exactly popular in his day, and this message today probably won’t win me any popularity contests. But these messages open our eyes to see what is happening in the world so that we will not be caught in the darkness of ignorance of the signs of the times (1 Thess. 5:4).
In the Olivet Discourse (Matthew 24), Jesus prophesied that when the nation of Israel – the fig tree – would blossom once more, it would be a sign that the end was coming near (24:32). Israel roared back into existence on May 14, 1948 – 73 years ago. Psalm 90 tells us a human lifespan is about 70 years – 80 if we are blessed with stamina. Jesus said the generation that saw the re-budding of the ‘fig tree,’ or Israel, would witness all the prophecy of Matthew 24 (24:34). According to God’s Word, then, that would be us!
Let me just pause here to say, if you haven’t read Matthew 24, Mark 13, and Luke 21 lately, go immediately to a Bible near you and do so.
Earlier this week, I had a dream. “Oh boy!! An old woman dreaming dreams … here we go …” Please, just bear with me. Before dropping off to sleep, I had asked the LORD that, if it be His will, to send me a dream about the Rapture and to let me remember it. Well, He did send me a dream, and I remembered it in great detail. And although I’m not prepared to go into all the details of the dream at this time, let me say it sure shook me up and got me thinking about how very close we are to the end of the age. Not that I didn’t have an inkling about the imminence of the Rapture and tribulation before. But, in the vernacular – Hold onto your hats, folks!
The dream illustrated how our modern nations, especially the U.S., are barreling headlong toward destruction. Nations seem to follow, blindly, a minority of political influencers, while the majority sit back meekly doing nothing, saying nothing, or saying very little. We watch as all our time-honored institutions are crumbling before our eyes. Like deer caught in headlights, it is as though we are mesmerized by the audacity of those taking us increasingly to the left, politically. Young people, who aren’t being taught Judeo-Christian values, are screaming for change without understanding where those changes will lead.
And, of course, there are plenty of seasoned politicians who have been trying for years to pull us away from God and all things moral and life-giving, and who are ready to fuel the rebellion with money, encouragement and a platform.
While those of us who are Bible-literate understand what’s happening, there are many who do not.
They surely do not understand that it is all part of God’s Plan for the end of the age … and here’s the kicker … and you’re not going to like this … THERE’S NOTHING YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT ANYMORE! Oh, yes, you can pray … and, indeed, I urge you to pray with all your heart for the many who are not saved.
But Christians, please be ready. For the Church Age is coming rapidly to a close, and it is all happening in God’s Will, and God’s Timeline.
The hymn is: IF MY PEOPLE’S HEARTS ARE HUMBLED
1st Verse:
If My people’s hearts are humbled, If they pray and seek My face; If they turn away from evil, I will not withhold My grace. I will hear their prayers from heaven; I will pardon every sin. If My people’s hearts are humbled, I will surely heal their land.
2nd Verse:
Then My eyes will see their sorrow; Then My ears will hear their plea. If My people’s hearts are humbled I will set their nation free. If My people’s hearts are humbled, If they pray and seek My face; If they turn away from evil, I will not withhold My grace.
THE SCRIPTURE READING IS JEREMIAH 14:11-16
“Then the Lord said to me, ‘Do not pray for the well-being of this people. Although they fast, I will not listen to their cry; though they offer burnt offerings and grain offerings, I will not accept them. Instead, I will destroy them with the sword, famine and plague.’
“But I said, ‘Alas, Sovereign Lord! The prophets keep telling them, ‘You will not see the sword or suffer famine. Indeed, I will give you lasting peace in this place.’
“Then the Lord said to me, ‘The prophets are prophesying lies in my name. I have not sent them or appointed them or spoken to them. They are prophesying to you false visions, divinations, idolatries and the delusions of their own minds. Therefore this is what the Lord says about the prophets who are prophesying in my name: I did not send them, yet they are saying, ‘No sword or famine will touch this land.’ Those same prophets will perish by sword and famine. And the people they are prophesying to will be thrown out into the streets of Jerusalem because of the famine and sword. There will be no one to bury them, their wives, their sons and their daughters. I will pour out on them the calamity they deserve.”
Let us bow to Almighty God in prayer:
Dearest Heavenly Father,
Your Word in the Book of Jeremiah tells us of a time when You had had enough of wickedness in the land of Judah. Though people sacrificed to You and prayed for You to relent in Your wrath, You knew that only total destruction would be the catalyst to bring them back to You. Father, we are at a time now where, according to Your Holy Word, it looks as though there is no turning back. Our nations are wicked, through and through. They practice the black arts of abortion and sexual depravity. Our scientists are meddling with Your original design, trying to improve on it! Their hubris, LORD God, is beyond imagining.
LORD, today we pray for those who are genuinely Yours, who have surrendered their lives to Jesus, that we will trust in You, in Your promises to protect us and keep us from the Evil One. We pray also for any who might be on the cusp of coming to You, that they will see Your Light of Life and Love very soon and surrender their lives to Jesus Christ. And we pray, Father, that those who are blind to Your holiness and even to Your existence will have a chance to call on Your Name, and so be saved. These things we pray in the sure, strong and Holy Name of Yeshua Ha’Maschiach. Amen.
By God’s own Word, we know there was a beginning to this age, and there is an end, planned by the LORD God Himself, and over which we have no control whatever. Jesus taught us to pray, “Thy Kingdom come, Thy Will be done on earth as it is in Heaven.” Even the Son of God, Himself, prayed that very prayer in the Garden of Gethsemane the night before He died on the cross. “Father, if You are willing, take this cup from Me, yet not My will, but Yours be done.” If we haven’t yet learned this principle in our Christian walk, we need to do so, and do it NOW.
This world is not about us, beloved Christians. It is about God’s glory in His creation. We are His creation, made to reflect back to Him His glory. Jesus did that, and He did it every day of His earthly life. Though Jesus was fully God, He was also fully man. His humanity was not less than our own. Jesus laughed, cried, celebrated, mourned, ate, slept and did all the things human beings do. He knew pain. He knew sorrow. He knew joy and laughter. But all of His life He gave to the Father and did nothing outside of the Will of Almighty God.
So, saying all that, how does it fit with our Scripture verses from Jeremiah?
Well, for one thing, the people of Judah in Jeremiah’s day certainly were NOT living in the Will of the Creator. In the space of just a handful of generations away from King David, the Jews (as well as the Israelites) had turned away from Almighty God, had lusted after pagan gods and their detestable practices. And let me just say here that this present generation, with all science’s monkeying around with the human genome, has likely far surpassed the evil done in Jeremiah’s generation … the evil which brought down God’s wrath on the nations of Judah and Israel.
Many in the Church cite the 2 Chronicles prayer as being a means of saving our nations. I hear pastors invite their congregations to say it with the expectation that God stands ready to hear it and, PRESTO, make all things the way they were. Really? What about the “humble hearts” part? If every person in the world, every man, woman and child, called upon the Name of the LORD, and humbled him- or herself before Him, and turned from their wickedness, I strongly suspect our world would indeed be healed by God’s hand. But I also strongly suspect that the LORD God knew there would be a tipping point, beyond which there was (is) no going back.
The tipping point in Jeremiah’s day was the deceit of the prophets. Jeremiah tells the LORD, “The prophets keep telling them they will not see the sword or suffer famine, and that You, LORD, are going to give them peace in the land.” But the LORD God says, “The prophets are prophesying lies in My Name. I have not sent them or appointed them or spoken to them. They are prophesying to you false visions, divination, idolatries, and the delusions of their own minds.”
Let’s bring that to the present age. One thing we keep hearing constantly these days is, “Fake News!” There is little doubt that politicians lie with straight faces to the cameras and to our faces. They call evil for good and good for evil (Isaiah 5:20). They tell us a global pandemic is so dangerous that we must ruin our national economies to deal with it. There is so much deceit in our world today that it has become almost impossible to know what is real and what isn’t.
False visions are leading us away from the One Source of love and protection human beings have ever had – God! Western nations are worshiping at the altars of demons and false gods once again. For heaven’s sake, there is a sneaker for sale that celebrates Satan and even contains a drop of real human blood!! Really.
Divinations? Well, daily newspapers have been running horoscope columns for almost a century. But much more than that, today we have ‘prognosticators’ of everything under the sun, from weathermen to stockbrokers, even to medical people. So-called ‘experts’ in every field sway your brain daily to buy stuff you don’t need and adopt habits that are bad for your soul. This is done through non-stop advertising.
Idolatries? How about the worship of sports figures and Hollywood ‘stars’? Kids today know way more about movie and sports stars than they do about Jesus Christ. “God? Oh yeah … the sky fairy who grants all your wishes – NOT!” (That was a real post I read on a news website not long ago.)
Delusions of their own minds? How about this one? “There are 382 genders!” or “A man can give birth.” or “Love is love no matter who it is with.”
And what does the LORD God have to say about all this depravity? “I will pour out on them the calamity they deserve.”
Now, this is Old Testament. Jesus went to the cross so that we wouldn’t end up with the calamity we deserve … BUT ONLY IF WE REPENT, TURN FROM OUR INIQUITY, AND LIVE THE REST OF OUR LIVES FOR AND IN HIM. What percentage of the world’s people have actually done this?
Can the LORD bring revival at this late date? Of course. The question is: How many would turn to Him? A few million? There are seven, almost eight billion people on the planet today. Believers, we are way past the tipping point. It is a great tribute to Our God that His patience hasn’t run out yet. As Apostle Peter says, “People will say, ‘Where is this coming He promised? Ever since our ancestors died, everything goes on as it has since the beginning of creation.'”
“But do not forget this one thing, dearest friends: With the LORD a day is like a thousand years and a thousand years are like a day. The LORD is not slow in keeping His promise, as some understand slowness. Instead He is patient with you, not wanting anyone to perish, but everyone to come to repentance. But the day of the LORD will come like a thief. The heavens will disappear with a roar; the elements will be destroyed by fire, and the earth and everything done in it will be laid bare” (2 Peter 3:4, 8-10)
There is an end, my friends. I don’t write this to scare you but to make you see that it is inevitable and that you have no control over it. It is the LORD God’s domain. Therefore, trust in Him. Do His Will. Love Him, and keep His commands, and there will never ever be a need to fear anything. Jesus has said, “Since you have kept My command to endure patiently, I will also keep you from the hour of trial that is going to come on the whole world to test the inhabitants of the earth” (Revelation 3:10).
Repent! The end IS near! Hallelujah, Amen.
Heavenly Father: All glory and praise to You for loving us so much that You sent Your One and Only Son to earth to redeem us from original sin, open the gates of eternal life, and restore all things. Please open hearts and minds today, Father, to the urgency of claiming Christ as our Saviour. This we pray through Him, Yeshua Ha’Maschiach, our LORD Jesus Christ. Amen.
This devotional, based on God’s Holy Word, was written by Lynda Janzen, Kincardine, ON Canada, with the inspiration of God’s own Holy Spirit. All glory to God.
If anyone reading this email has not yet received Jesus as their Saviour, but God has touched your heart by His Holy Word, please email me (amadea649@gmail.com) or find a Bible-believing local church and ask the Pastor what you must do to be saved in Grace. In the meantime, please consider the ABCs of Salvation:
Salvation as simple as ABC:
A: Admit that you are a sinner. This is where Godly sorrow leads to genuine repentance for sinning against a righteous God, and there is a change of heart; we change our mind, and God changes our hearts and regenerates us from the inside out.
Romans 3:10 – “As it is written: ‘There is no one righteous, not even one.'”
Romans 3:23 – “For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God.”
Romans 6:23 – “For the wages of sin is death, but the gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord.”
Ephesians 2:8-9 – “For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith —and this not from yourselves, it is the gift of God— not by works, so that no one can boast.”
B: Believe in your heart that Jesus Christ died for your sins, was buried, and that God raised Jesus from the dead. This is trusting with all of your heart that Jesus Christ is who he said he was.
Romans 10:9-10 – “That if you confess with your mouth, ‘Jesus is Lord,’ and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved. For it is with your heart that you believe and are justified, and it is with your mouth that you confess and are saved.”
John 3:16 – “For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.”
C: Call upon the name of the Lord. Every single person who ever lived since Adam will bend their knee and confess with their mouth that Jesus Christ is Lord, the Lord of lords and the King of kings.
Romans 14:11 – “It is written: ‘As surely as I live, says the Lord, every knee will bow before me; every tongue will confess to God.'”
Romans 10:13 – “Everyone who calls on the name of the Lord will be saved.”
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Coffee & Donuts
Summary: Arthur’s thrilled to be part of a crowd. Though the evening doesn’t go perfectly, Y/N’s flirtations make it sweet.
Warnings: Smut
Words: 4,602
A/N: Alright. After the heart wrenching angst of my last piece (which I love, by the way; don't get me wrong! 😂), I had to write another story in which Arthur and Y/N are happy and together. It's inspired by one of Arthur's visions during their kiss. I hope you all like it! Special thanks to @jokerownsmysoul for beta-ing!
If you have any thoughts or questions, please comment, feel free to message me, or send me an ask. Requests for Arthur and WWH are open!
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Parties and celebrations weren't foreign to Arthur. He'd worked plenty, enough to make him realize what he'd been missing out on. He was well-versed in pin the tail on the donkey, musical chairs, and balloon animals. But as an adult, those activities didn't satisfy. He wanted to be included rather than paid. Connect with people, introduce himself. Discuss his experiences and pursuits. Feel sufficiently at ease to loosen up a little and have a good time.
Now he was a guest - a certified guest - at Patricia Gorman's fifty-sixth birthday party. The first party he'd been invited to since being the weird kid in class who'd rotated between three worn out sweaters and could never afford a gift.
He'd been a tad apprehensive about going to Burnside. Gotham's nicest borough had a reputation for high rents and low tolerance. When Y/N and he had entered 2E, however, Patricia's greeting ("You made it!") and the apartment were thoroughly welcoming. Crocodile brown walls and forest green shag carpet made the spacious living room a cozy hideaway. Marigolds leapt across the polyester of the T-cushion sofa and its easy-chair companion. The floor lamp's amber, crimped glass shades cast the spacious living room in a glow borrowed from warm autumn days.
Patricia's husband, Robert, was out on an emergency call. An HVAC had gone haywire in a residential building in Hinckley. Her daughter, son-in-law, and grandson had been by for lunch. That meant the only other guests were Matt - Y/N's old boss - and a bottle-blonde in a black halter dress and spike heels, who Y/N introduced as Laura. ("She's Matt's ex-wife," Y/N later disclosed. "He's been trying to win her back since I moved to Gotham.") Both shook Arthur's hand when he offered it, and he felt a little thrill whirl his stomach when Y/N laid claim to him by telling the woman, "This is my husband."
A collection of appetizers served as dinner, a fun and novel menu. The slow cooker meatballs Y/N and he had lugged over on the subway were a bit tangy; he still couldn't believe the recipe called for grape jelly. The deviled eggs with paprika, a pleasant mix of savory and sweet, was a dish he'd heard about on television. Cream cheese and cucumber sandwiches were light and airy, a good match for his iced tea. Only the artichoke and spinach dip gave him pause. Its beans and hot sauce made his taste buds wince.
That unpleasant flavor was quickly forgotten when Y/N pulled him to sit next to her on the sofa, so Patricia could open her presents. She proudly showed off the orange, clay ashtray her grandson had made for her. Arthur, having successfully kept the secret of her light smoking from Y/N, chuckled at Patricia fibbing she'd put candy in it. She thanked Matt and Laura for the champagne, wrapped in a silver bow with a simple "Happy Birthday" tag. The bottle wasn't popped. Upon peeking into the large giftbag Y/N placed on her lap, she made a soft sound. The Dazey whirlpool bath, which attached to the side of the tub and had three strength settings, was a hit. She announced her plans to try it in the morning. The dark blue Rexbuilt briefbag was intended to replace her cracked, leather briefcase, Y/N explained. Patricia ran her fingertips along the expanding inner compartments, the personalized planner that included the credential "CLA" after her name, and flipped through the included steno pads, eyes brimming.
She sipped at her cocktail and put an arm around Y/N. Melancholy tinged Patricia's voice. "At my age, the people in your life tend to stay the people in your life. Whether you like them or not." She reached further and patted Arthur's knee. "I'm glad an old dame like me gets to call you all friends." His throat clenched in gratification, though he wasn't daring enough to squeeze her hand and thank her for deciding he was a friend.
Still on top of the world an hour later, Arthur sauntered to the red and white enamel dining table to serve himself a second slice of upside-down pineapple cake. The evening had gone well, better than a guy with a natural inability to mingle could've expected. He bobbed his head to the beat of "Come Fly with Me." It was a happy coincidence that Patricia's taste in music aligned with his. She'd regaled him with tales of seeing Sinatra and Count Basie on her and Robert's honeymoon in Vegas. Arthur took a bite absentmindedly, wondering how long it would take for him to save the money to surprise Y/N with plane and concert tickets.
The daydreaming didn't last long. Matt's plodding footsteps preceded him, followed by a long sigh as he propped himself on the beige stone of the dining area's accent wall, across from the u-shaped kitchen. He held out a Budweiser and smirked. "Marriage is a hell of a lot of work."
Pleased that he was being treated like one of the guys, like a regular husband with a regular relationship who got to speak about his regular wife, Arthur accepted the beer and considered the comment. Matt's sentiment was hard to grasp. Dr. Sally had said marriage could be difficult, and Y/N's first hadn't survived the ripples of her life. But it didn't feel like work with her. Their arguments were minor. Her nagging him to find a primary doctor for annual check-ups, even though he'd survived this long without one. Or back in Missouri, when he'd told her to stop shielding him and trust he could take anything she had to give.
Arthur adopted a similar nonchalant posture and jutted his hip against the table's edge. "I like it. It's easy to take good care of her." He wasn't able to completely erase the smugness of success from his tone.
"You're what? Two years in with the most headstrong woman in Gotham? She's great and all, but she spikes my blood pressure." Matt slapped Arthur's back and let out a hearty guffaw. "Give it five more and you'll be in my office trying to avoid alimony."
"Don't. Say that." Arthur crinkled the can in his grip and glared up at him.
"Hey," Matt started, withdrawing even as he tried diplomacy. "It was just a joke. I didn't mean anything by it."
Flinching, pulling at the cuffs of his red sweater, Arthur fought the surge of anger in his veins. It wouldn't do to lose control and cause a scene. Of course Matt's comment about them splitting up was supposed to be a joke. But Arthur didn't find it one bit funny. Even with his complete faith in her and his firm belief that they were meant to be together, the possibility that she'd stop wanting him hurt. It didn't occur to him that the implication of the punchline could be that he'd get sick of Y/N.
With a muttered apology, Matt walked to the others in the kitchen. Arthur glanced over to see her laugh tipsily, until she grabbed her stomach and swatted Patricia's shoulder, a stark demonstration of how much he and Y/N differed. She always knew how to respond to people, the right comebacks. Appropriate timing and levels of interaction. It seemed she was in her natural element, the loveliest swan on a lake. Whereas after years of therapy and practice with her, he was still a fish out of water, flopping around on the shoreline in hopes some stranger would take pity on him and throw him back into the sea.
Maybe that was the real punchline. Eventually their contrasts would no longer complement each other and instead become a chore.
Scowling, he ambled towards the record player stationed before two double-hung windows. Increased the volume to drown out the intrusive notions. It didn't really work. He settled on a grounding technique he'd practiced, all the while lamenting that he couldn't handle a party without needing it. His attention went to the spinning LP, the needle following its grooves. The bright blue album cover, where Ol' Blue Eyes beckoned him, the scuff marks on the cardboard's corner edges. He acknowledged the spider plants sat on the windowsill, worried a papery leaf until it broke off. He stared out the window, taking in the whole of the city. Pinpricks of light dazzling in the darkness.
"Gotham's beautiful at night," Y/N said from behind him. He glanced over his shoulder to watch her approach. Her cheeks glowed with alcohol and good cheer, the collar of her ivory blouse unbuttoned. "There's a life behind every light out there. Ten million of them. Here. Try this." She offered her hurricane glass, filled with an off-white slush.
He sipped the pina colada with cautious skepticism and grimaced as soon as it hit his tongue. The blend of pineapple and coconut tasted of cheap sunscreen and tropical imitations, the kind advertised in smudged brochures for bad cruises to islands with made up sounding names. "No, thanks."
Snorting, she shrugged and embraced his back at the waist. "How are we doing?" she asked, curling into his side. After a few seconds, she prodded him. "Had your fill of Matt?"
"He was just joking." Arthur rubbed the back of his neck and sighed.  She set the drink next to the record player and brought her hand to his, trailed it over the inside of his wrist, up his forearm. She pecked his chin and nudged him until he turned to her. As soon as their gazes met, the concern in hers told him she'd continue to pepper him with questions. But he wasn't about to let his misplaced doubts spoil her evening. And he knew the perfect way to distract them both.
A new song started. An oldie that sang of Jupiter and Mars, playfulness among the stars. He cupped her cheek, thumb sweeping the corner of her mouth. "Dance with me," he said. Before accepting his proffered palm, she laid a sloppy kiss on him. With a flutter of her eyelashes, she grinned, and his smile grew to match her own. As he held her side, led her in a slow, swaying circle, he marveled at her. At her ability to soothe every molecule, every lingering ache. Self-assurance welled in him, chased away his earlier dejection. He cradled her to his lanky frame, trembled and felt himself blush. She was the only woman for him. That was as certain as his cigarette habit.
Despite Patricia's reassurances she was fine, that Robert working late wasn't unusual, Y/N insisted on staying until he got home. Though Arthur would have preferred they take their leave an hour earlier, being allowed to smoke inside blunted his grumbling. The disarming flirtations she bestowed on him also didn't hurt. She'd pour herself a drink (four in total, if he counted correctly), help Patricia make a plate of leftovers for her husband, then throw him a wink. Whisper and cackle while cleaning, then kiss his temple.
Around midnight, Patricia put her foot down. Ushered them out with a promise to call and a hug fierce enough to crush his ribs. She raised a brow at Y/N's unsteady gait, grasped Arthur's arm, and said with a wry, tired smile, "Make sure you put that woman straight to bed." His dark brows shot up and held. Had she intended a pun? Or had Y/N's spare caresses caused the interpretation? Either way, he liked being trusted to take care of her. And the hint of arousal that flared in his belly.
By the time they stumbled into their apartment, that arousal had reduced to a dull exhaustion. She kicked off her heels on the way to the bathroom, calling a slurred "night!" as she closed the door. Yawning, he put dish soap and hot water in the crockpot, scrubbed burned bits of sauce from its rim, turned it upside down on a towel to dry. Once he'd brushed his teeth for one minute rather than the recommended two, he tossed his sweater, trousers, briefs, and socks in the hamper, and went to the bedroom. He found his blue pajamas in their usual spot, the chair in the corner, and slid them up his skinny but toned legs. Tucked in next to her, he was carried to sleep on waves of fatigue and her quiet, wet snoring.
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A tickle threatened to rouse him. Whispers along the waistband of his bottoms. Heat snuggled his back. Delightfully drowsy, he cuddled deeper into cozy, cream-color sheets, already returning to a pleasant, dreamless slumber. But a rumble of exhaust, likely from a bus that needed a new muffler, dragged him to consciousness. Arthur grumbled and tucked his arm under his pillow, not ready to transition to a world of overcrowding and concrete, commotion and bad jokes.
Yet, Y/N's insistent grazes continued, luring him with promises of placid pleasure. Her toes wiggled at his heel until he made space for her to slip her foot between his ankles. The corner of his mouth quirked. He was reminded of last night's playfulness, her endless teasing. The way he'd held the crockpot as a shield to fend off her advances on the train home, her forwardness to the point that he would've preferred having a laminated card to present on her behalf. Forgive my wife: she has a condition. It causes frequent and uncontrollable displays of affection.
Nimble fingers edged lower, loosened the tie of his pajamas before dipping beneath the loose elastic to lace through his dark brown curls, darker than the chestnut hair on his head. Her knuckles ran over him, lazy caresses full of intent. Up and down, up and down. Delicate. Deliberate. The blood racing to his groin, the pleasant swelling, made his abdomen twitch. Soon full and heavy, the sensitive tip straining the cotton seams, he pressed his lips together. When she skimmed the tender skin resting on his inner thigh, he flexed the muscle at the base of his erection. It bobbed and hit her wrist and she let loose a girlish giggle, more intoxicating than wine.
With her left leg draped over him at the knee, she undulated against his rear. Plush lips brushed the boney knobs of his spine, damp breath fanned the nape of his neck, labored, needy. Pebbled nipples grazed his back through the thin nylon of her nightgown, taunting and compelling. He made up his mind to throw an arm around her, to yank her on top of him. To eagerly take part in her seduction.
But she withdrew from his bottoms to palm his stomach and plant a gentle kiss to the shell of his ear, whispering, "Sleep tight." The mattress shifted and she rolled away from him. He furrowed his brows. She rarely relented this easily - other times he'd awakened, hard and aching, enveloped by the captivating wetness of her mouth. What was she up to?
Covers rustled. Her calf bumped his. And the opposite of what he'd assumed occurred. Instead of light footfalls leading out of the room, there was silence, silence that seemed to stretch on and on...
Until a hitched gasp gave her away.
Touching herself. She was touching herself. She'd just been all over him, acted like he was some sort of model on the cover of Vue magazine, and now she was touching herself. Right beside him! Ecstatic to have inspired such brazenness, he grinned and fisted the pillow. Her fleeting, stifled moans tangled him in knots, implored him to give her what they both burned for.
He flipped in her direction, his hand shooting under the sheet to grab hers. "Gotcha."
Eyes wide, she gaped at him in surprise. But adoration softened her expression as she entwined their fingers. "How long have you been awake?" she asked.
"Long enough."
He stretched to rewind the shades, the diaphanous curtains staying in place. Sunlight diffused over them, wrapped around her face, lent her disheveled hair a warm luster. He twirled a feathered lock and pecked her eyelids. "Finishing what you started on the subway, hm?"
"Me?" Y/N brought his knuckles to her mouth.  "You're the one who came to bed without any underwear."
"Well, it was a late night." The pad of his thumb tugged at her bottom lip to reveal the pink tip of her tongue. He bent to claim it. "I was lucky to find my pajamas."
Chuckling, she broke their connection. "Did you have a good time?"
"Yeah. The cake was good. And the music. Everyone was nice."
"Patricia loved having you there. She thought you were very sweet." A pause as she mapped a dimple. "Matt said he'd upset you. Something stupid about breaking up?"
Vague shadows of discomfort flashed through Arthur, a frustration he'd mostly moved on from. He did his best to ignore it, waving her concern away. "Don't worry about it."
"He was just jealous, you know." Her nails ran along the small of his back. "He wants Laura to look at him the way I look at you."
Arthur had spent so much of his life yearning for change, to understand his purpose in the world and improve himself. The idea that a man with a good education, a successful career, and no disabilities could ever be jealous of him was, frankly, bizarre. But he didn't correct Y/N, instead locking her praise within his heart, preserving it for when he needed it most. He boosted himself on his forearm and fiddled with her V-neck, traced its button loops as he slipped the plastic knobs through them. "And how's that?'
A hint of scandal glimmered in her irises. She arched into him as he eased a strap down her upper arm to reveal her shapely breast, the lilac fabric momentarily catching on its taut peak. "Like I can't get enough of you."
He huffed at that, fondled her faintly before his lips met the velvety skin of her chest. A tonic comprised of the musk oil she'd dabbed on before the party and distinct sexual wanting wafted to his nostrils. He licked at her nipple, the bumps on her areola, and drew it between his teeth. She whined softly and lifted the bottom of her nightdress to her waist.
Hurriedly, he yanked on the waistband of her cotton panties, pushed them past her knees. She kicked them off while he knelt to lower his bottoms. Straddling her, he pumped himself back to hardness and opened the drawer of her nightstand. He searched haphazardly until he retrieved a small, glass bottle of lubricant. (She'd ordered it from a mail catalog, both of them a bit too bashful to walk into an adult shop, even together.)
She snagged it from him and poured half a teaspoon in her hand, then palmed herself. He moved between her legs and she grasped his length, coating him with the warm, slippery liquid. He pushed forward into her. Gradually, slowly, savoring every millimeter of her enticing heat. He noted the stretch of her mouth, the jut of her jaw, the lifting of her upper lip. "Mmm..." she breathed and begged him to keep going. When he did, her head tilted back into the pillow, eyelids falling shut. A smile cut across her cheeks as she purred her satisfaction. "Arthur, I love you."
His touch wandered down the curve of her thigh. At the sight of her subtle writhing beneath him, the sway of her slightly uneven breasts in time with his languid thrusts, he pushed her knee into the mattress, splayed her wider. He grunted lowly. "Look at me."
Their gazes met but didn't hold for long; hers dropped to where they were joined. She caressed right above his pubic bone. "I love seeing you like this." Her fingertips walked a line up his sternum to his chest. "And touching you like this." She wrapped her arms around his middle and drew him to her, locked their lips in a greedy kiss. "And making love like this."
He snorted. "I think this is the only reason you married me."
"Well, not the only reason. There's your good hair, too."
"I've been thinking about cutting it. Trying something new."
"Don't you dare." She tugged at his loose curls, wore her best pout. "What else would I hold onto when we're doing this?"
Laughing lightly, he bumped his nose to hers. Falling into her was like falling into his old fantasies, the ones that'd sustained him through years of isolation. Dates at diners, at comedy clubs, at donut shops, at home. Their shapes had changed as he'd matured, his role in them, his aspirations and infatuations. But they'd remained a warm comfort nonetheless, a place that felt like belonging. And now he belonged with her. Hunger filled him. Happiness. And love. So much love, more than he'd ever believed he'd carried in him. He bucked a little harder. "You feel so good," he murmured. "You make me feel so good."
A strained cry left her and her pelvis answered his steady rhythm with demands of its own. Her calves rose to squeeze him closer, encircle his narrow hips. They were pressed together so tightly; it felt like they were one flesh. He never wanted it to stop. But a dizzying euphoria had ignited, one that eclipsed the romantic yearnings of his heart, twisting his desire to last all morning into the desperate drive to possess her. Gasping, Arthur raised himself to his knees, delving deeper with each push. Their foreheads met and he grit his teeth at the scald of her, the texture of her walls. She fit as though she'd been made for him.
He supposed she was.
Pressure began in the base of him, building and building in terrific torment. The muscles of his inner thighs contracted inward. Tingling climbed his shaft, his tailbone, his spine. He wove his fingers into the sheet, his grip a vise that wrested its corner from the mattress. She kissed the spot where his jaw met his neck, all the while murmuring encouragements for him to let himself go.
Bliss shot through him, from the tips of his toes to the follicles on his scalp, and his back stiffened as he whimpered and poured into. Fever engulfed his frame, sublime in its frenzy, leaving him in a heady stupor. Aftershocks made him tremble. Once, twice. Until, sated and spent, he landed on top her. He closed his eyes, ribs rising and falling as he forced air into his lungs.
A minute later, he swallowed and looked down at her. "You didn't come."
She carded through his sweaty locks. "It's all righ-"
"Shh." He slid out of her and settled at her side, reached between her legs to swipe at her core. "I'm not done," he declared, tracing the edges of her entrance, slick and swollen. One of his favorite things about getting her off was demonstrating his prowess in bed, how well he'd learned with her. His thumb met her plump clitoral hood, and he felt her throb beneath his ministrations.
Nails biting his bicep, she rocked upwards. A bewitching blush crept up her breast, her neck, spread across her cheeks. Shallow pants hit his face, short puffs suffused with high-pitched whines, utterly irresistible. He circled her nub at a steady cadence, tapping when she'd shiver, and she clasped the back of his hand. He swirled his tongue around her nipple, sucked the pretty peak, and lowered the other strap of her nightgown to bare her completely. A hushed plea fell from her lips. "Please, please..."
Suddenly, her vulva grew white hot and she seized, her hips stuttering with each flutter of his touch to her folds. She thrusts her breasts towards him, a sharp moan caught in her throat. Liquid pooled against his fingers, proof of her rapture that made him wish, with mild amusement, that he could be an unmedicated young man again. He would've gladly taken her a second time.
Giggling and rubbing her temple, she released a long exhale and opened her eyes. He brushed her hair back and grinned, completely smitten, like the first time he'd heard a joke and understood the punchline. The light brown picture frame on his nightstand caught his attention, and he regarded the wallet size photo in it, one of the shots of Y/N from the booth at Amusement Mile. The last thing he looked at before turning in each night. He lay his head her shoulder and hummed, listened to the drum of her heart.
She smooched his hairline and wriggled out from beneath him to stand. Her nightie had been reduced to a crumpled stripe of lilac cinched about her waist. It felt tawdry and shameless and he wanted to see her in it for the rest of the weekend. But she peeled it down her legs, wrinkling her nose when it got stuck on her thighs, and stepped out of it one foot at a time. She dropped it on the floral bedspread and retrieved her bathrobe from the closet. "Meet you in the kitchen," she said, opening the door.
The sun had risen higher, its beams slanting across the covers. He basked in it, catlike, then swung his legs over the side of the bed. He pulled on his pajamas, got a new pair of socks from their dresser, and made his way to the kitchen. He washed off the remnants of Y/N's arousal from his fingers, popped open a prescription bottle and took a tablet. He poured water into the coffeemaker, grabbed the can of grounds from the second shelf, added three scoops to the paper filter. Their three-tone brown mugs sat in their spot next to the machine, waiting to be filled.
When the glass coffeepot was half full, Y/N emerged from the bathroom, chuckling to herself. She opened the breadbox on the opposite counter and took out a wax paper bag. "Do you have any idea how dull this morning would have been if we'd never met? I'd have read the Sunday paper, had a drink. Probably worked on a file." He handed her a couple dessert plates, watched her put a donut on each one. "I wonder where you'd be. What woman you'd have breakfast with, what jokes you'd be writing, what magic tricks you'd have learned."
"Um..." At first he wanted to ask where this speculation had come from, if Matt had let her in on exactly what he'd said. But the confident slant of her smirk told Arthur she was teasing. He tried to play along but winced. No matter how appealing, how extraordinary she found him, his gut told him there wouldn't have been another woman. There'd be no more stand-up routines, no more Carnival. He certainly wouldn't be taking care of Penny. He'd likely be locked up in the hospital, maybe even dead. Without an anchor, his life would have lost what little sense it had.
Y/N was one of his anchors now, hooked into the sand alongside his material, treatment, the ability to pay bills. He seized her hand and squeezed it tight, unaware he was squishing her fingers. "I don't wanna think about it," he said quietly.
She sidled up to him and pulled him to her side. Rubbed his flank soothingly and pecked the corner of his mouth. "Don't worry." She took his chin and guided him to look at her. The intimate comfort of her smile helped him believe her next words, even before she spoke them. "I'll always be here."
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wedreamedlove · a month ago
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Mo Yi in Love - Character Study
I just read Mo Yi's [SSR Brewing Thoughts] card and, not only am I an emotional mess, but I also hit an epiphany regarding understanding his character and now I have to write about this. I know I'm going to repeat this at the end, but understand that Mo Yi is just a man who wants his first love to be his last love and who has relatable fears over failure, haha.
SPOILERS go up to chapter 3 of Mo Yi's personal route, [SSR Brewing Thoughts], [SR Fake Tears], [SSR Dangerous Invitation], and reveal Mo Yi's family background. In addition, while the lines are in order, I chose to remove some descriptions to keep things shorter.
First, I want to talk about Mo Yi's view towards love.
It's really positive, which is ironic given his background and what he grew up around. However, he's always been a rational person and the object or feeling itself has no crime, it's what people choose to do with it that matters.
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[Personal Route Ch.1]
MY: True love brings light and hope to life and makes a person better and better.
MY: At any time, you could meet with that person who would make you a better person, but you may not be aware of it at the time.
[Personal Route Ch.3]
MY: Alright, quiet... What everyone here has said is all "love".
MY: Love itself is a concept that cannot be clearly defined because, for every person, their feelings and preferences are different.
MY: So, this student here, I apologize sincerely but I may not be able to give you an accurate answer.
Student: Professor, what do you feel is love then?
MY: Me...?
Mo Yi faintly smiled.
His eyes passed through the sea of people and met mine.
MY: To me, it is a unique miracle.
MY: She makes me unable to control wanting to investigate, to touch, and to figure out everything.
MY: There are even times where, for a short moment, I am unable to distinguish the divide between reason and emotion.
MY: In this world, there are too many people who are fair on the outside but foul on the inside, however there will always be that one person...
MY: She will make you become better, make you believe everything is wonderful, make you start to look forward... to the future.
Look, he's an utter romantic! But, like I mentioned above, he's also a rational person and he needs to make sure that this love is The One for him.
Second, what's important to mention here is his view on Love At First Sight because that's what he admits to himself that he has for his heroine.
However, he has a huge scar about Love At First Sight because of the tragedy that was his parents. His father, a nobleman, and his mother, a foreign woman from a background of scholars, fell in love with each other at first sight. However, due to his father's poor handling of the church in his country, which basically denied their relationship unless Mo Yi's mother converted to their religion, Mo Yi's mother left his father and his father lost the love of his life and has been regretting it to this day.
So, what does he think about Love At First Sight?
[Personal Route Ch.2]
MY: ...Personally, I believe in "love at first sight".
Student: Really? I thought someone rational and calm like you wouldn't believe in this sort of illusion.
MY: "Love at first sight" has uncertain factors, but that doesn't mean its existence itself is a mistake.
MY: Furthermore, isn't it human nature to harbor hope for this wonderful and sincere emotion? I am no exception.
MY: Only...
Mo Yi paused slightly and, when he opened his mouth again, there seemed to be some unclear emotion in his tone.
MY: When "love at first sight" arrives, I am more inclined to make a particular judgment first rather than walk eagerly towards love.
MY: Those wonderful things that are unforgettable for people, are they for real or are they "ephemeral"? This is more important, is it not?
Student: Oh, can this sort of thing be tested? Professor, can you teach me?
MY: It's not a peculiar method, you just need to make observations.
Student: Observations?
MY: Correct, observe the other party's attitude and thoughts when facing matters, especially the things that really threaten their lives or safety.
MY: To a certain extent, a person's behavior can reflect their personality.
As a top psychiatrist, Mo Yi is extremely honest to himself with his own emotions and thoughts. Heck, that's why he always records voiced diary logs because he uses those to examine his own mental state. So, this determination on whether or not the target of his Love At First Sight is The One means a lot to him, because he will throw himself fully into this love.
One huge thing about Mo Yi is that he chases perfection and has an aversion to imperfect things. This stems from his deathly fear of failure because he doesn't believe there is a "next time" after failure. Once something fails, that's the end. This is due to his parents again and how, while it takes time to nurture emotions, it only takes an instant to lose emotions or trust.
Third, because of the above, it is incredibly important for Mo Yi minimize as much "risks" as possible.
The translations below are going to be paired together for consistency, but they will be addressing two points at the same time. One, that Mo Yi may exaggerate the emotions he reveals, but they are genuine. Two, that he is showing his "imperfect" and "ugly" sides to his heroine in controlled settings because he doesn't want her to hate him.
(On a minor note, I think it should be kept in mind that he's also observing her through all of this to determine whether or not she's The One, but honestly she just keeps surprising him throughout the game and making him fall harder and harder for her).
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[SR Fake Tears]
In those gold eyes of his, the usual gentle smile was replaced by another emotion.
MC: Dr. M-Mo...?
That expression... was not sadness and was not relief, but...
A kind of inevitable self-confidence, the satisfaction of seeing through everything, or... an unfathomable control.
That glance... was it my misconception?
In the flickering light, that expression was gone in a flash. I was incapable of determining it, but instinctively a hint of a chill rose from the bottom of my heart...
MY: Did I scare you?
MY: I just... don't want to hide myself in front of you. I just want to be honest about my weakness in front of you alone.
MY: You won't hate me, right?
Before I could answer, he smiled softly.
MY: Let me indulge myself this once, alright?
MY: Just for this short while...
[SR Fake Tears]
Mo Yi sat at his desk and turned on his digital voice recorder.
The time on the recorder slowly moved forward, but Mo Yi only watched that changing number without saying a word.
After a long time, a soft sigh came from the quiet room.
MY: I shouldn't have done that...
MY: Just for a moment of warmth, I deliberately showed her that appearance, even exaggerating my sadness and weakness...
MY: I even fully enjoyed indulging myself... I sought even more from her, hoping she would... feel even more sorry for me.
MY: But, at that time, I really didn't want to use reason to control my emotions.
MY: This is the first time I've been so... contradictory, chaotic...
His voice became lighter and lighter.
MY: The yearning I have for her... is already... an addiction I cannot give up...
[SSR Brewing Thoughts]
MY: Saying you wouldn't be able to sleep tonight was only an excuse, wasn't it? You were afraid I would have a sleepless night because I would think about past matters.
MC: Dr. Mo, you—
MY: I'm really happy.
MY: I won't be sad because of those things, but I truly am really happy.
His fingertips gently caressed my wrist.
MY: A child who has tasted candy would have a hard time enduring the loss. Can I be insatiable and rely on you more?
MY: Or is it that people who are too strong, who don't feel sad, have no way of receiving concern?
MY: Are you... going to leave and ignore me?
There was a hint of pretend grievance in his voice, and also a deep belief and certainty that I couldn't refuse him.
MC: (Too unfair! There's no way to refuse...)
Before I could answer, Mo Yi held my wrist and pulled me even closer to him.
MY: Just stay here, right with me.
Some context here is that he was acting "drunk" in the translation above. Below was the reveal that he wasn't actually drunk.
[SSR Brewing Thoughts]
The bud of feelings needed to be raised with the utmost care, but how could he let it grow strong in an unpredictable environment?
Of course he had to control it himself rather than allowing it to happen naturally.
Just like adjusting the sun and rain when a grapevine was growing, and just like controlling every timing of winemaking.
Furthermore, if someone wanted a grape seedling, which was imperfect to begin with, to produce the desired fruit, to brew the perfect wine, then it needed even more precise control.
Otherwise... just like wine, a small error might lead to serious consequences.
As you can see, the god complex and obsession over control is strong here. He cannot and does not believe to leaving things to random nature. He's not willing to lose this love and will do anything to give him and his heroine a happy ending (unlike his parents).
That's not to say that he HAS to control everything though. He actually doesn't care about the process (nature vs. nurture) so long as the results are good. But, like I mentioned above, he is certainly a master of reducing "risks".
However, and this was the whole point of [SSR Brewing Thoughts], Mo Yi's heroine teaches him that there is a "next time" after failure. She teaches him that, sometimes, the journey along the way is more important than the conclusion and that what's most important is whether or not the person he loves is beside him.
What is extremely touching is how matter-of-factly she tells him that they can just try again if they fail at something. He does not need to chase perfection when he is around her and a lot of his dates are seeing him in various states of failure. Practicing failure is such a relatable thing for us all to learn in life.
Fourth, I am going to repeat myself a little here after these translations but, in my opinion, Mo Yi carries a childlike honesty and purity regarding his emotions. The thing that makes him so charming is that while he plays these manipulative tricks, he is also extremely blunt about his own emotions. He expresses his jealousy, his possessiveness, his blunders, etc. He wants her to be the only one who can see these different sides of him and perceive his moods when he normally keeps everyone else at a polite distance. The ONLY disguise he wears is a flimsy one that hides what, in his eyes, are the "ugliest" sides of himself because he doesn't want his heroine to hate him; but he doesn't hide the fact that he has these ugly sides at all.
Fifth, basically, go ahead and fall in love with Mo Yi! He looks dangerous and he sort of is (extremely grey morality, does not adhere to the Hippocratic Oath, literally amassed power to have the choice to do what he wants, and uses his own scale of judgment, but that's another essay for another time) but he is never dangerous to you and is just as invested in this love as you are.
I suppose one thing you do have to watch out for is his arrogant god complex and believing he knows what's best LOL.
[Personal Route Ch.3]
MY: Because the mother eagle knows that, only after experiencing the pain and torment of a broken wing, the young eagle will truly have the ability to soar in the sky.
MY: Although this is just a metaphor that is somewhat different from reality, when it comes to her...
MY: This is the path she chose and, not only will I let her walk on it, but I will also let her become the most dazzling presence on this road.
MY: But, Constable Yan, you should know better than me what sort of end most people who pursue light in the chaos have.
MY: So, to recognize the darkness in front of her and face it directly is something she must learn.
MY: If she was always huddled under the wings of others, then her road would end here.
YW: But aren't you afraid of something happening by chance?
MY: "Like an eagle that stirs up its nest, that flutters over its young, spreading out its wings, catching them, bearing them on its pinions."
MY: Since I chose to do this I naturally have enough certainty. Besides... I am here, so who could hurt her?
However, this is not a one-way street and the same goes for the heroine and what she can do to him. In fact, I am going to end this essay with one of my favorite quotes ever in this game (even still to this day), because it honestly shows how Mo Yi fell in love with the dazzling justice the heroine upholds and how he will accept anything of her.
One thing he says in a beta PV, the prologue of the game, and [SSR Border of Light and Darkness] is that he hopes she can stick with the choice she makes, even if it runs counter to the world and everyone is against her.
So, anyway, the context of the quote below is important because [SSR Dangerous Invitation] is essentially a microcosm of their relationship. They roleplay a locked-room mystery and, in the end, the heroine chooses to throw Mo Yi (her lover in the game) into jail because he's a murderer (even though he did it for her). She chooses the truth and her version of justice over them living together in a lie (by pushing the blame to someone else). Before the lover is executed, he writes one last love letter and this is what Mo Yi reads out to his heroine at the end of the date.
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[SSR Dangerous Invitation]
MY: Perhaps what he was infatuated with was this kind of you.
MC: !!!
Hearing his words, I looked up in astonishment.
Those gold eyes suddenly became profound and intense. I couldn't understand his emotions, only feeling that I was about to fall into his eyes.
The noisy wind and the voices of people on the long street gradually faded away at his words.
Only my heartbeat remained in my ears and the last love letter the duke wrote to the viscountess before the gallows that he read out slowly.
MY: "I will always open wide my arms and accept all your beauty and cruelty."
MY: "I hope that you will, with this heart, embrace the one and only truth you pursue."
Sorry, I can't resist finishing off by saying some more sappy words but, again, Mo Yi is just a simple man who wishes his first love to be his last love and he's so invested in this love. You are the once-in-a-lifetime stirring of his heart.
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mediaevalmusereads · a month ago
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The Devil Comes Courting. By Courtney Milan. Self-Published (?), 2021.
Rating: 4.5/5 stars
Genre: historical romance
Part of a Series? Yes, Worth Saga #3
Summary: Captain Grayson Hunter knows the battle to complete the first worldwide telegraphic network will be fierce, and he intends to win it by any means necessary. When he hears about a reclusive genius who has figured out how to slash the cost of telegraphic transmissions, he vows to do whatever it takes to get the man in his employ. Except the reclusive genius is not a man, and she’s not looking for employment. Amelia Smith was born in Shanghai, and taken in by English missionaries. She’s not interested in Captain Hunter’s promises or his ambitions. But the harder he tries to convince her, the more she realizes that there is something she wants from him: She wants everything. And she’ll have to crack the frozen shell he’s made of his heart to get it.
***Full review under the cut.***
Content Warnings: graphic sexual content, racism (mostly microaggressions), references to child abduction
Overview: I'm a simple girl. I see a new Courtney Milan book, I read it. I was expecting this book to be good, but I wasn't expecting it to be so raw, emotional, and satisfying in almost every way. If I had to quibble, I would say that I would have liked to see a stronger focus on developing the romance, but as it stands, The Devil Comes Courting is an engaging read that deftly deals with topics such as colonialism, racism, grief, and family.
Writing: Milan's prose, as always, feels effortless while delivering a lot of information. It balances telling and showing well, and evokes a lot of emotion without feeling burdened by flowery language.
The only criticism I have is that in the first half of the book, there are some phrases that characters use that start to feel repetitive. It isn't a big deal, as they're supposed to be repeated (as a way for characters to remind themselves of things), but as a reader, I felt a little irritated. Luckily, this repetition clears up by the second half of the book, so if you also feel annoyed, you don't have to wait long.
Plot: The plot of this novel revolves around Grayson Hunter, a Black man intent on connecting China to America via a transpacific telegraph network, and Amelia Smith, a Chinese woman raised by an English missionary and who has invented a way to transmit Chinese characters via wire.
The first half of the book follows Grayson as he convinces Amelia to abandon her mother's plans to marry her off. Appealing to Amelia's ambition, he convinces her to come to Shanghai to work for him, all while building up her confidence and inspiring her. The second half more or less focuses on the development of the telegraph line as well as Amelia's longing for her Chinese mother, Grayson's obsession with work to avoid confronting his feelings of grief, and the budding relationship between the two.
I really loved this plot. It showed us Milan's nerdy interest in a topic (the telegraph line) while also exploring complex emotions connected to the history of colonialism. I loved how Milan handled Amelia's feelings of being torn between cultures, all without excusing the actions of those who participated in colonialism; despite Amelia having complicated reactions to her past, Milan does come down hard on what's right and doesn't try to redeem people who refuse to admit they have done wrong.
If I had any criticism of the plot, I think I would have personally liked to see arcs more strongly defined. There were some moments when I felt like I was just following characters in their day-to-day activities, and while some of it was interesting, there were times when I was wondering what larger goal the plot was heading towards. This is a minor criticism, however; because of the rich character exploration, I didn't mind following Amelia and Grayson, but if you're a plot person (rather than a character person), you may disagree.
Characters: I love how this book proves that you can have a historical romance about people of color without focusing on suffering.
Amelia, a Chinese woman raised by an English missionary, is quirky in that she's scatter-brained, bright, and kind. I loved that she was portrayed as incredibly smart and ambitious, and that her main character flaw was needing to believe in herself. I also loved how she wrestled with her feelings about her past - Amelia longs to meet her Chinese mother and ask why she left her, and I loved how Milan used that longing to fuel her desire to connect China to the rest of the world via wire.
Grayson, a Black man who obsesses over the telegraph wire as a way to avoid coming to terms with his brothers' deaths, is similarly likeable in that he's ambitious and kind. I loved that he was ruthless in pursuing Amelia (to work for him) but also respected her boundaries and let her make decisions for herself (rather than manipulating her into doing something). I loved the way Milan handled Grayson's grief and how his work on the telegraph was both a worthy project and an externalization of his character flaws.
Side characters were charming as well as helpful for facilitating Amelia's and Grayson's character arcs. Benedict, who is a character from the previous two Worth books, was quite adorable and had a nice little arc of his own. I think Benedict's arc complimented Amelia's and Grayson's well, though it will have more significance if you've read the first two books in the series. I also liked Amelia's adopted brother, Leland, whose arc explores and exposes the immorality of missionary work. Grayson's cousin, Zed, was also delightful in that he pushed Grayson to spend time with his family, which was important for exploring Grayson's complex feelings about his mother.
The book's antagonist (if we can really call her that) is Amelia's adoptive English missionary mother, who I think exhibits the right combination of genuine love for her child and toxic, manipulative behavior. I liked that Milan wrote this character so complexly because it helped explore nuances in the actions of individual colonists. The subtle racism (microaggressions, superiority complex, etc.) worked better, in my opinion, than overt racism (slurs, etc.) because they painted a more realistic and interesting picture of someone who believes she is doing good while actually doing a lot of harm.
Romance: In my opinion, the romance in this book was less interesting than the independent development of the characters. Don't get me wrong - I loved Amelia's and Grayson's interactions. I loved how they teased each other, I loved how Grayson inspired Amelia to believe in herself, and I loved how Amelia pushed Grayson to find happiness. I also very much enjoyed the little numbered letters that they wrote to each other and how their character arcs paralleled one another (both had to do with family).
But personally, I didn't feel like the romantic aspect of this relationship was passionate enough. I got the vibe that Amelia and Grayson were close confidantes rather than lovers - but it may be my own tastes or even unconscious bias, so I don't think readers should take this as a damning criticism.
I did appreciate, however, that the romance didn't fit the mold of a lot of other romances. Amelia never asks Grayson to change re: settling down, and both respect each other's boundaries. They also both don't want children, and neither of them face pressure to change their minds. As a result, this romance felt unique, and the fact that neither character was an upper class person in England helped a lot, too.
TL;DR: The Devil Comes Courting is a rich, evocative romance that explores colonialism, family, and grief without wallowing in misery. The unique, likeable characters on their own are enough to love this novel, but the deviation from romance genre norms (such as setting, social class, etc.) will surely satisfy readers looking to expand their horizons.
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fatelincs · a month ago
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Joanna Self Para 2 || Not the Menopause
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“Right then Jo, I have a degree of good news. Or at least as a fellow woman I consider it good news others may disagree and you’re of course free to. But anyway. It’s not the menopause.” Dr Barker was an old friend of Joanna’s, one she could trust to be discreet but at times she was far too energetic for Jo and this was one of those times.
“If it’s not the menopause, and I am with you on that being good news, then what’s wrong with me?” Joanna had been rundown for weeks now and she’d been happy to focus on anything else blaming any symptoms on grief. It was only when both Farren and Audrey had ganged up on her that she’d come in for tests a few days ago. It seemed like an age in between appointments now, before the twitter feed had dropped and ruined her life even more.
“Well em, that is why I said a degree of good news. The rest could either be absolutely lovely or something that we can talk about later.” Dr Barker was avoiding eye contact now and Joanna couldn’t help the spike of worry that was starting to build. “The blood tests showed a rise in hormone hCG.” The doctor paused clearly expecting some reaction but Jo could only stare back, science never was her strong point. “It means you’re pregnant Jo,”
It was as if someone had physically taken all the air out of the room and it took a moment for Joanna to actually take in what Barker had said let alone what it meant for her.
“I can’t be pregnant. I, that’s not possible. I’m fairly certain you’ll have seen my medical files for gods sake.” Joanna wasn’t meaning to sound annoyed but she was a little frustrated, ignoring the small bud of hope for now.
“I did read them, and whilst it certainly wasn’t meant to be this easy to get pregnant it wasn’t impossible. Just, highly improbably. From the hormone levels and the other symptoms you listed we’d say you’re about ten weeks along.” Barker explained gently. She was going to go into more detail but the look on Jo’s face made her stop. “We can do an ultrasound if that helps you believe it?”
Ten Weeks. Joanna tried to do the maths in her head figuring that that date would likely put her just before her dad’s death. It tracked, she and Thomas certainly hadn’t been intimate since then. The offer of an ultrasound made her give a small nod. She wasn’t about to believe this until she had something tangible in front of her. The doctor was lovely about it getting her up onto the bed before grabbing the portable ultrasound.
“Now I don’t want you to worry about the quality. This is just one for the medical practice so, if you decide what you want to do, you can make an appointment at the hospital and they’ll be able to give you a better idea of what’s going on.” Joanna gave another small nod unable to put her thoughts into words as the cool gel made her fidget... and then suddenly it was in front of her. She couldn’t quite make out details on the small machine but it was definitely a baby.
As hellish as her week had been Joanna couldn’t have stopped the spark of joy that came from looking at the screen if she’d wanted to and as Barker tried her best to point out some of the details she could see the joy only grew along with her smile.
Joanna came away from the appointment with more information than she’d ever expected, lists on what to eat and what to avoid and what she could do to make sure they were both healthy and she knew she’d take it all onboard. But in amongst all those lists and notes was something far more important. Four copies of the ultrasound, one for her, Farren, Thomas and Audrey. She knew she’d tell Farren as soon as possible, with everything going on she didn’t want to risk that her daughter would find out from someone else.
It was an unexpected turn of events but as she walked back out of the doctor’s surgery and towards her car she couldn’t quite wipe the grin off of her face. Because, finally, she was given news that came with a little bit of hope and happiness attached.
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snowflake-apocalypse · a month ago
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“I do solemnly swear to protect the innocent and the defenseless in all my actions. To forever uphold what is just, true, and virtuous to my very last breath. To always remain vigilant in the quest for peace. Go Team Go!”
“Hmhm...okay, okay, sixth Go ranger...” hums the warm voice of the former viridian member. “The world will still need saving in the morning. It’s time for bed.” Sheg-Shelia scooping up her restless toddler, much to his protests;
“Aw, but mom! That’s the point! There’s calamity and injustices happening right now! Crime doesn’t sleep and neither should societies shepards! Do you think Joss is sleeping right now?”
“Oh, believe me, there was many a morning passed out on the floor of Go Tower.-” The pair mosey into a wide bedroom, accompanied by gentle crash of ocean waves from below.
“-and not to mention all the times our sleep deprived butts almost crashed the car on the way home..” Shelia bluntly remarks, laying the boy down on the plush mattress.
“Also, Joss is a wee bit on the wacky side, bud... and that’s coming from your old, blue da ba dee dad.” The boy’s jubilant father approaches, wrapping his wife in a heartfelt embrace.
“Dr. D...- y’know what? Just gonna let that one slide for nostalgias sake.” Gracing a soft kiss to his thickly bearded cheek.
The boy couldn’t quite place how different his parents were to each other, but then again, harmonised so well together. Like the majors and minors, rising and falling with each crafted note. How far they came from colleagues, to friends, to lovers, and remarkably, parents. With the “villain” and “hero” labels thrown about in the mix.
“What about the people you put in prison? Did they ever get better?”
“Ah, Jay.. where did you learn to ask hard questions?” Drakken ruffling his son’s hair, a modest sigh escaping his lips.
“Well, some did, yes. Some are out there ice skating, and working in their flower shops... others just keep trying to burn the world. No matter what any of us did.” A tinge of remorse lacing the woman’s words. In the end she did all she could do.. she and-..
“Hm. Well if what you guys were doing wasn’t working, maybe we can get all the hurting people, good and bad, and just sing... together.”
“Yeah, bud. Cross our fingers that we will one day. Now get some rest, it’s a busy day at school tomorrow.” The couple gingerly kiss their son’s forehead, thinking to themselves how precious this unexpected child was. Shining with a light that has seemingly been lost to the world.
“Goodnight, Jay. We love you.”
“Good night momma.
Good night, papa.
I love you, too.”
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universallywriting · a month ago
Could you do 11 and 41? (I need some connverse kiss action please)
Neighbor au and first kiss. I got u boo. This one’s a bit on the long side! (1800 words)
https://universallywriting.tumblr.com/post/641505013940846593/fanfiction-trope-mash-up
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Steven remembered a time when the girl next door was a timid little person - quiet, uncertain, reserved. He remembered her wide glasses and the big hats she used to hide her face. He remembered her clothes all picked by her mother, and her voice respectful and quiet no matter how excited she got. Connie was the kind of girl you couldn’t imagine ever getting into real trouble.
It was hard to believe that it was the same girl who was now insistently tapping the rubber-coated feet of a steel ladder against his window, grinning like a madwoman from her own room. Their houses were close together, only eight feet of space between the two buildings, and the ladder Connie was bumping against his window had more than enough feet to cross it. Still, he couldn’t actually let her do it.
He opened the glass and hissed, “What are you doing?” only to find the rubber feet pressing insistently into his belly.
“Back up!” She flailed a hand wildly. “I’m coming over!”
“You’re gonna die!” he squeaked, but there was no room for discussion. Connie was mounting the ladder from her side, so he grabbed it hard and held it steady as she began to crawl over.
It was kind of inevitable that this would happen. There wasn’t a person in the world who didn’t turn into a rebel after meeting his mom, after all. For all Dr. Maheswaran ensured Connie got straight As, nothing could stop her daughter from going starry-eyed over Rose Universe - and once that happened, you ended up with a girl who liked swords and taking down the system and, apparently, walking across two second-story windows connected only by a rickety ladder. He watched as she moved quickly and confidently across the gap, crawling on each rung as if she’d done it a million times.
She giggled proudly as her sneakers plopped down to his carpet, and his stomach did a flip as she held up her arms in a proud V. Because, as it turned out, he really liked girls who both memorized extensive amounts of anime lore and who missed bodily injury to sneak into his room. There was no way he couldn’t be charmed and enamored as she twirled and laughed her victory, and he couldn’t stop laughing with her.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“My parents are both on night shift, and your parents promised not to let me in past eight unless it’s an emergency.” She smirked and jerked her thumb back at the ladder. “So they didn’t let me in. You did. And that’s not a rule.”
“You should look into a law degree,” he joked.
“Thinking about it.” Connie flopped onto his bed with a long sigh. “Anyway, how’s your night going?”
It was going pretty well now that she was in his room, sprawled out on his bed. She was all long limbs, muscular and pretty, and though she’d been in his room a thousand times his belly always filled with butterflies whenever she stretched out on his bed. A million thoughts rushed through his head, but out loud he could only manage, “Is that my shirt?”
She sat up, tugging on the dark pink star shirt that clung to her every curve. It didn’t fit quite right - it wasn’t a shirt for a grown girl, but clearly a shirt for a chubby kid. It stretched tight across her chest and hung too loose over her belly. “Yeah. From when we were kids. Want it back?” she teased, grabbing the lower hem.
Heat covered his face as he tried not to imagine her ripping her shirt off in front of him and failed. His voice cracked like he was going through puberty all over again, and hysterical giggles tumbled from him. “Oh, no! That’s fine! You keep it!” “I’m kidding!” she cried, and made a lowering motion with her hands. “Keep it down. You don’t want your parents to hear!”
That only made him laugh harder. He was sure there was no world in which his parents would care that Connie had snuck into his room. His father had always been hands-off, though happy to be there to give advice when asked. His mother meddled more, but even then she was always pushing for him to find his freedom, to explore new horizons. She was a whimsical, hippie sort of woman, and though her long past of troublemaking had made growing up an odd experience, she certainly encouraged Steven to be himself, and was wonderful at picking up the pieces when his adventurous nature left him a bit broken.
His expression went flat. “I’m pretty sure Mom would just give you a high five for the rules loophole.”
Connie giggled merrily at the thought, and her arms wrapped around one of his pillows. She tugged it to her chest as she toppled sideways, and her shoulder-length hair tumbled across her face. Outside, Connie was a force to be reckoned with - a confident, wild girl who everyone was convinced had a big future ahead of her. Here with him she was pure softness, pure sweetness, a sugar-covered cinnamon roll that made his knees weak and his chest throb as he looked at her.
He came to lay beside her in the bed before his legs gave out and looked up at his ceiling. They’d shared beds since they were in elementary school and he wasn’t going to let it get weird now - no matter how her warmth beside him sent shivers racing up and down his spine. He focused on his ugly popcorn ceiling and very specifically turned his mind away from the implications.
“So,” he asked quietly. “You just felt like coming over?”
He heard her swallow and from the corner of his eye he saw the grip on his pillow tighten. “No.”
That made him turn, and he looked down into her surprisingly apprehensive face. “Did you need something?”
There was silence then, a long one. He watched as Connie’s face screwed up in that way it always did when she got flustered, and he could practically see the gears in her head turning. What in the world could be that big of a deal?
“I never get to sneak out anymore!” she blurted. “After Mom got promoted she practically never has night shifts!”
He blinked. “You don’t have to sneak out. Just hang out with me after school.”
“But we won’t be alone,” she said.
“So?”
“So!” she squeaked, and her face got all flushed again. “This is your area of expertise, Mr. Wedding Planner!”
“My area of…” His eyes widened. “Oh.”
He had always been a romantic, but apparently Connie had braved the second story gap late at night, snuck into his room in his old shirt, for wedding planning kind of reasons. Well, not actually wedding reasons. He was fairly certain that was her flustered way of telling him something without saying it directly. It was romance reasons then - because technically, Connie wasn’t allowed to date until she got accepted into college. That was still a year away, and he had been fine with waiting for it to happen. If it ever happened.
He kind of worried that he wasn’t romantic partner material.
Connie swallowed again. “Did I… are you…”
He could see her doubt creeping in, and shook his head frantically. If she was going to put the offer on the table, he sure wasn’t going to let her take it back off. “No! I mean, yes! I want this. Together. Romantic Jam buds.”
A grin brightened her face. “Really?”
“Really!” He rolled on his side with a little laugh, his face close to hers. His heart sped again, his stomach filled with butterflies, but this time he let it. This time he was allowed to lean into the thrilling chemistry sparking between them, and his voice shook with excitement. “I mean, forbidden romance is super romantic. Sneaking around, secret dates… I bet Mom and Pearl would help. You know Ruby and Sapphire would.”
She bit her lip. “I don’t know what to do. I was kinda hoping that if I made it over here, you could figure out the rest.”
That made sense. As eager and willing as Connie was, more often than not he was the idea guy. He came up with elaborate plans, elaborate adventures, and she would hash out the details - sometimes making things more adventurous than he ever could have imagined. He stared down at her, his head spinning with all the possibilities, but it was his mother’s advice that cut through clearly. Human beings are amazing, Steven. We have so much potential, so many feelings, so many things we can be! Experience everything you can!
She was such a sap.
He grinned at his mother’s over-emotional words, and gently reached out his hand to brush Connie’s hair back from her face. “Since we’re alone, we could try kissing.”
Steven had worried that it might be a little bold, that she would laugh it off and say they had to go on a date first. But she didn’t - she agreed in that almost challenging way she had. It felt like she was daring him for more.
It was their first kiss, so he felt like he really should have remembered who started it, but he couldn’t. He only knew that they had both leaned in, their breath slowly mingling, until they were suddenly kissing. Their bodies were flush together, their lips gently pressed against one another, and it wasn’t making out. It wasn’t much of anything, except warm and right, and a release of romantic tension that had been building in his gut for years.
“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for that.” She laughed a little as they broke apart. “Like, probably all the way back to when Battle of the Labyrinth was released and we got the first percabeth kiss.”
He laughed. “I have no idea when that was.”
“Tw-”
She was going to say a date, and if he let her she was going to ramble more about it. Connie Maheswaran, for all she was the girl to race across ladders, was a girl who would spend hours telling him about dinosaurs. The kind of girl who brought him books to read. The kind of girl who loved to learn, and explore, with a mind so bright that he couldn’t see anything else when she was with him. He kissed her again, just because he could.
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perpetual-stories · a month ago
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Character Archetypes: Part One
hello, hello! hopefully everyone had a wonderful week! I know a lot of people were / are excited for Shadow and Bone on Netflix.
I personally don’t care. I’m just happy I’m playing the Last of Us Part 2 after being so upset about the developers making play as ABBY. Ugh.
PLEASE DO NOT COMMENT OR MENTION TLOUP2 SPOILERS. I HAVE NOT FINISHED THE GAME.
I avoided spoilers for a whole year, I deserve to play the game at my own pace!
whew... sorry ya’ll idk what came over me.
anyways, without further ado let’s dive right in!
As mentioned in a post before:
archetype characters are archetypes or character types or emotions that are very familiar and recurrent across novels. these archetypes are known to create a sense of familiarity among the readers.
it allows the readers to relate to the characters or events without wondering why exactly they can relate.
Every character written in a story has a unique set of traits and characteristics that make them them. They have their own strengths, flaws, and desires which propels your story forward.
Yet despite the differences writers have for their characters, there are foundational and recurring strengths and flaws certain character types have.
That’s where archetypes come in:
1. The Hero / The Warrior:
the character who rises to the occasion and has a plan and of course saves the day.
they have a particular skill set and string will power.
they will conquer the enemy.
these characters often suffer a crisis of confidence at their lowest point.
strengths: Courage, strength (physical or mental), and ability, and honor.
weakness: overconfidence, hubris
examples: Achilles (The Iliad), Luke Skywalker (Star Wars), Wonder Woman (Wonder Woman), Harry Potter (Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone), Hercules, Odysseus, Aragorn from Lord of the Rings
2. The Child / Innocent:
morally pure character, often seen as a child. only has good intentions.
often times, not always, the writer can make the child see the world through rose coloured tints until they don’t — facing reality.
of course they child / innocent doesn’t have to grow up. it’s up to the writer and the story they chose to tell.
strengths: Optimism, enthusiasm, imagination, morality, kindness, sincerity
weakness: Naivete, physical powerlessness, rarely skilled
desires: To be happy (or happier)
examples: Scout from To Kill a Mockingbird, Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz, Tiny Tim (A Christmas Carol), Lennie Small (Of Mice and Men), Cio-Cio-san (Madame Butterfly), Buddy the Elf (Elf)
3. The Orphan:
these characters are plucked from obscurity and elevated to prominence.
these characters not always are orphans, but are in search of a “found family.”
strengths: Survival instinct, empathy, perseverance.
weakness: Lack of confidence, willingness to please others.
desires: To thrive and connect with others.
examples: Harry Potter, Oliver Twist, Quasimodo in The Hunchback of Notre Dame.
4. The Creator:
is a character that is a motivated visionary who creates art or structures during the narrative.
nothing is more important than the need to make something.
in many — not all — the creator is willing to sacrifice their own well beings and relationships in pursuit of a greater goal.
their single minded vision often leads them to pay the price.
strengths: Creativity, drive, the ability to execute their vision,
weakness: self-involvement, single-mindedness, lack of practical skills, personal sacrifice, perfectionism,
desires: To create something of value to cement their legacy.
examples: Remy from Ratatouille, Alexander Hamilton from Hamilton, Dr Jekyll from Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde, Willy Wonka, Zeus (The Iliad), Dr. Emmett Brown (Back to the Future), Dr. Moreau (The Island of Dr. Moreau), Dr. Victor Frankenstein (Frankenstein)
5. The Caregiver:
A character who continually supports others and makes sacrifices on their behalf.
They might be a mother, father, wife, husband, or best friend — whoever they are, they’ll do anything to protect their child, ward, lover, or best bud.
It’s quite rare for the caregiver to take center stage but such is the nature of one so selfless.
strengths: Generosity, selflessness, honorable, loyal.
weakness: lacking personal ambition or leadership, also selflessness: they are open to exploitation.
desires: To protect and help others.
examples: Eva in We Need to Talk About Kevin, Samwise from The Lord of the Rings, Mary Poppins.
voila! here you go everyone! sorry for not posting for the last few days, I needed a break! and yes how rude of me to split this post in two, as I usually do.
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misku2024 · 2 months ago
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On the day of the 19th, Perry walked into the woods to with the intent to contemplate life for several months. In her stead, Ela and Dr. Rice went to the Crystal Palace to look for any more clues about the space rock while Chesterton and the soon-to-be-dickless Jay went to Stowell to speak with the Doctors Hart and Maussey about their work.
At the Crystal Palace, Dr. Rice lied to the on duty security guard, John D. Enver, saying she was still an employee of the university visiting the Crystal Palace. Convincing Enver that she was going to look for an item left for her by the anthropology department, Dr. Rice let Ela in through the loading dock side entrance. The two then snuck into different sections of the warehouse - Dr. Rice into Iraq/Sumeria, Ela into the United States - to poke around for stuff. Dr. Rice found a diagram of a pinhole camera as invented by Hasan Ibn al-Haytham and a vase decorated with snakes with human-like features and heads. In the U.S. section, Ela found several things:
A diagram of a Radioisotope Thermoelectric Generator, as invented by Ken Jordan and John Birden. Next to it is a small model version.
Books from each of their libraries on the blackfoot indians; specifically on Natosi, the Blackfoot sun god, and an allegory called “The Snake with the Big Feet.”
Inside one of the books is a diagram of how to remove the Heat Source Support and replace it with a flat disc matching the description of the stone Perry found in the chest in the Rome section during the group’s first visit to the Crystal Palace.
Ela pocketed the book and snuck into the Egypt section with Dr. Rice. There they found it entirely unaltered since Dr. Rice’s last visit and Vance’s death. Realizing they couldn’t keep sneaking about the room while John D. Enver watched from the security desk (especially while he had some record of Dr. Rice’s name on a note pad), Dr. Rice asked for the guard’s help in locating the rock while Ela snuck to the front desk, spilled coffee on John’s notes, and then went out the front door. She was almost caught doing so, but Dr. Rice distracted John by flashing him.
Dr. Rice then inspected the Japan section of the Anthropology wing. There, she found the following:
A model Elekiter, a static electricity generator invented by Hiraga Gennai in 1776, as well as the instruments to run it.
A note stuffed into the corner that reads “this is our best gift to you. We have discussed at great lengths with my fellows Franklin, Toda, Daniels, and Fann. We have tried to cast a net around the world. We leave it in your hands to finish the weave. To be known, even itself is to destroy. Therefore it fears our sight and would drag us back into its shadows. Good luck. May light and knowledge prevail - Genai Hiraga and the wickies” stashed in a secret compartment.
Dr. Rice recognized the term “wickies” as a sort of slang historically used for professional lighthouse keepers. She then joined John in looking around the England room, where she saw a display showing the works of Johnathan Swan, an inventor of one of the early filament lightbulb models. Dr. Rice noticed something wrapped around the filament, but didn’t look into it. She then left the Crystal Palace and she & Ela retired for the evening.
En route to Stowell, Chesterton and Jay had car trouble so they didn’t arrive until late that night. They eventually arrived at the Swift House Inn, a bed and breakfast full of comfy furniture, incredible artwork, and delicious food smells. Chesterton rung the front desk bell and a very charming woman named Daisy Cubby met them and got them checked in. She then fed them “something she just whipped up in the kitchen,” which was perhaps the best meal either Chesterton or Jay had ever eaten. They then met Bud, Daisy’s husband and the painter of the many fine works of art on the wall. Chesterton and Jay asked the Cubbies if they knew anything about the professors Hart and Maussey. Both were elusive, saying they didn’t know much about them. Skeptical of the food provided by Daisy, Chesterton and Jay both threw up their dinners before going to bed.
On the morning of the 20th, both party members feigned loss of appetite before planning to set about Stowell for the day. Before they could leave, however, a man best described as “feral”, draped in dirty burlap, and covered in frostbite, burst through the door and pounced on Jay. Jay wriggled out of his grasp as the man was attempting to bind Jay while Chesterton swung at the man with his lacrosse stick, dazing him. Then, suddenly, someone shot the man through the head, killing him. The assailant was soon revealed to be Stanley Alexander, a police deputy so talented at using his service weapon that he could shoot the feral man from outside the building and across the street. He was accompanied by Freddie Jensen, who silently bound the dead man in a tarp and dragged the body out to his truck. While that happened, Stanley asked if everyone present was okay after “that thing” assaulted them. Querying after the professors, Stanley, like the Cubbies, was elusive. He did tell Chesterton that the snowstorm that came in through the night would make it difficult for the group to leave so they should get comfy in town - perhaps checking out the church for an incredible service. Stanley then left. Chesterton and Jay then had separate but complementary thoughts - that something about this town was giving people incredible, world class talents while something else was causing people to lose their faculties, generating a schism in society. Jay figured it would be worth checking out some of the places around town to learn what might be going on.
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[dr otsuaka]: hello, [redacted]! it’s so great to hear from you again! last we met, things were on track with your recovery — has that changed at all?
[patient 86]: clears throat um, not really. things are weird, that’s all.
[dr o]: weird how?
[86]: ...
[dr o]: does this have something to do with your roommate, [redacted]?
[86]: nods
[dr o]: does this also deal with you working through your feelings for her?
[86]: she... she doesn’t like me like that. i’m not like... like [redacted].
[dr o]: now, what did we say about negative self talk and comparisons to others?
[86]: ...not to do it.
[dr o]: i know it isn’t easy but you are not [redacted] or [redacted] for a reason. you are you and that doesn’t make you less than! it just makes you different.
[86]: smiles ... she said something like that to me once.
[dr o]: she sounds like a smart girl. you should listen to her.
[86]: ...yeah.
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[patient 12]: —and then she just, punches the air, wham! and it was so intense and i’m pretty sure i’ve never been more turned on in my life because, god doc you should’ve seen her. i know you’re like 50 and gay but.. damn.
[doctor fujiwara]: laughs you are quite the character [redacted].
[12]: i try.
[dr f]: well, it seems as though this girl has become quite the fixture in your life.
[12]: i mean.. yeah. she saved me.
[dr f]: hm... don’t you think you are.. idolizing her a bit? placing her on an unattainable pedestal which sets her up for failure in your eyes? you’ve placed quite a bit of weight on [redacted].
[12]: ... no, no she’s helped me through so much but i don’t, she’s not my idol or anything.
[dr f]: are you sure? you place much of the credit for your recovery on her. is that fair to her, to feel entirely responsible for your health and well-being?
[12]: ...
[dr f]: just think about it, hm? now, tell me again about this ferret you were thinking of purchasing?
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[dr otsuaka]: ... and how did that make you feel?
[patient 88]: ... you couldn’t sound more cliche if you tried.
[dr o]: laughs nothing gets quite past you [redacted].
[88]: you say that as though it is a bad thing.
[dr o]: trust me it isn’t. but on that note, tell me some things you’ve observed this week.
[88]: ...she isn’t eating as much. i think the stress is getting to her.
[dr o]: is it not getting to you as well?
[88]: ...it isn’t about me.
[dr o]: this is your therapy session [redacted], it quite literally is about you. ...have you been neglecting yourself in favor of taking care of her?
[88]: we’re drifting and i do not want to lose her. she has [redacted] and it doesn’t seem like... like she has use of me anymore.
[dr o]: [redacted]... you are not an object to be used. no one can decide if you are “of use” or not — you need to take care of yourself so that when you are up to it, when you are healed and ready, you can take care of the others around you. she is a grown woman and as much as you care for her, she can take care of herself. it is time for you to focus on you.
[88]: ... i don’t know how to do that.
[dr o]: smiles well, that is what i’m here for.
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[dr barnes]: ah welcome, [redacted]! it’s so great to meet you! dr otsuaka speaks of you highly!
[patient 4]: wow! you’re so big! your biceps are as big as my head!!
[dr b]: laughs i do enjoy my time at the gym! please sit, sit!
[4]: thank you for seeing me dr barnes!
[dr b]: no, it’s really my pleasure! when dr otsuaka needed to clear out her client list, i leaped at the opportunity to take some of you on.
[4]: yeah, she told me something like that. i’m just happy i still have a therapist! it would really suck if all my progress went out the window.
[dr b]: oh yes, i have some of your charts here... shuffles papers looks like you suffer from... separation anxiety and ptsd?
[4]: yep, but it hasn’t gotten me down yet!
[dr b]: that’s great [redacted]. i’m looking forward to seeing the progress we can make with one another!
[4]: aw, thanks dr b! you’re so cool!
[dr b]: that’s all you bud, all you. so, what do you think of starting from the beginning?
[4]: well, it all started when my mom met my dad and they fell in love and had se—
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[dr yamada]: wow, hi [redacted]! it’s been so long since we’ve last spoken. high school, was it?
[patient 7]: um, yeah.
[dr y]: so, what brings you back here to see me? do you need a refill on your meds?
[7]: ...maybe.
[dr y]: [redacted]... are you alright?
[7]: bursts into tears no.. oh god no..
[dr y]: that bad, huh?
[7]: yeah.. yeah, it’s that bad.
[dr y]: is it [redacted]?
[7]: sniffles oh, no not him. actually, his girlfriend? she’s back.
[dr y]: oh god..
[7]: yeah.. laughs dryly
[dr y]: well, it’s a good thing you’re here then. do you remember your affirmations?
[7]: how could i forget? i am loved—
[dr y]: in unison —i am deserving of love—
[7]: —and i will love in return. wow, it’s been a minute.
[dr y]: and still, it stuck. yet another example of my incredible teachings.
[7]: just as insufferable as always, dr yamada.
[dr y]: and just as guarded as usual, [redacted]. am i going to have to pry the information out of you this time around?
[7]: nah... i think... i think i really need to talk about it.
[dr y]: good. i am here to listen.
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intermission
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an - kekeke a new funky short filler chapter comin up for y’all!!! i’ve done therapy transcripts once before so i kinda wanted to try again??? provide a splash of insight for the hotties who r going to therapy in pf!! and even tho i think i made it kinda obvious, i wanna see y’all guess whomst is whom!!! also this is considerably lower quality than i intended KSJ but we will get back to our regularly scheduled (read: better) writing tomorrow KEJEK anyways fat thanks to my wife ghostie (who i cant tag rip) for helping me out!!! don’t forget to feed me!!! <3333
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Girl Dad (t.h.)
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Summary: you’re finally able to announce your big news to the world. 
AN: this is my fave installment tbh 
i can’t believe we’re doing this again
now what?
not the right time
why?
You thought you knew exactly what to expect when you found out you were pregnant. With Theo, it was no nausea, you craved everything and you were tired 24/7. This time it was different. The first 14 weeks it was almost constant morning sickness, you only craved sour foods which you usually hated and your energy matched your toddler’s. 
But Tom was a trooper. He was there every step of the way, ready to help anyway he could. Though it was always accompanied with him begging to announce the news. 
Only your close friends and family knew that you were pregnant, wanting to wait until you knew the gender before telling anyone else. Both of you agreed to wait until then but that didn’t stop Tom from being antsy. 
You were currently looking at yourself in the mirror since you were finally starting to show. 
“Hey, love, Theo wants to know-” Tom started as he walked into the room, but stopped short when he saw you. To anyone else, it wasn’t a huge difference but to Tom it was everything. “I’m finally starting to show.” You said. 
You looked at him and saw the adoring smile that graced his face. “That’s our baby.” He commented. “Our second baby.” You corrected. “I didn’t get to see you like this with, Theo, I missed everything so this is...amazing.” Tom said. 
You walked over to him and kissed him sweetly as he pulled you close to him. “Now you’ll be here for every moment.” You told him. “That reminds me, Theo asked if he could come to your doctor’s appointment to find out the gender.” Tom said. “He wants to know if he’s getting a brother like me or a sister like Uncle Chris.” He added. 
“Why can’t he idolize me? I’m his mom, I brought him into this world.” You pouted. “Well, when we find out this baby is a girl, I hope she ends up exactly like her mom.” Tom replied. “You think it’s a girl?” You asked. “I have a feeling. I’ve always wanted a daughter.” He answered. “How is it possible to fall in love with you more every day?” You asked, rhetorically. 
“Funny, I think the same thing about you.” He rebutted. Soon after that, your little family was in the car on the way to the hospital. Theo was going on and on about his little sibling and if they’d like Black Panther just as much as he does. 
This wasn’t your first ultrasound but it would be the first time you’d hear the baby’s heartbeat. Tom was a bundle of nerves and excitement as he held Theo in the elevator. He’d be hearing his second child’s heart beat for the first time. 
At only 24, he had accomplished everything he ever wanted. Great career, good friends. Two healthy babies and a woman he loved more than anything, who he was hoping to make his wife soon. His life was perfect. 
The three sat in the exam room, waiting for your OB to come in. “Y/N, it’s good to see you.” Your doctor greeted you. “Hi, Dr. Lewis. I brought along Theo this time.” You told her. Dr. Lewis was your OB when you were pregnant with Theo and it didn’t feel right going to anyone else but her. 
“Hi, Theo! I helped your mommy bring you into the world. I saw you when you were just a little baby.” Dr. Lewis said. “When I was this big?” Theo asked, holding up his thumb and pointed finger to indicate how small he was. “Yes, when you were that big. And now, i’m going to help bring your brother or sister into the world.” The doctor told him. 
You were then told to lay back before she put the gel on your stomach. Dr. Lewis moved the wand until the image of the baby appeared on the screen. 
“There’s Baby Holland. Everything looks good, do you want to hear the heartbeat?” Dr. Lewis asked. “Yes, yes we would.” Tom answered eagerly. You took his hand in yours as you waited for the sound. And soon after that, the sound of light thumping was heard throughout the room. 
“There it is. Nice and healthy.” Dr. Lewis commented. You looked up at Tom and saw him staring at the screen with a teary eyed smile. “Wow. That’s our baby.” He whispered. “Correction, dad. That’s your baby girl.” The doctor said. “It’s a girl?” You asked. “A very healthy baby girl, yes.” Dr. Lewis confirmed. “You’re gonna be a girl dad.” You told Tom.
Tom leaned down and kissed your forehead before turning to Theo. “You’re going to have a baby sister, bud.” He said. “Just like Uncle Chris.” Theo said. “Exactly like Uncle Chris.” You laughed. 
After the appointment, Theo was napping in Tom’s arms while you and Tom sat on the couch. “I can’t believe you called it.” You said. “That must mean I’m psychic.” He said. You let out a small laugh as you  rested your head on his shoulder. 
Tom looked down at you before glancing at your small baby bump and the little boy who was sound asleep in his arms. He had everything he wanted right next to him and he didn’t know how his life could get any better. 
“Marry me.” He said suddenly. “What?” You asked,  lifting your head to look at him. “Marry me, Y/N. I have loved you since I was 19 years old and I want to spend the rest of my  life with you. I love being your baby  daddy but I really want to be your husband.” Tom said. 
All it took was him asking you again for you to kiss him deeply, without disturbing Theo. “That’s a yes, right?” Tom asked. “Of course it’s a yes. I would want nothing more.” You answered. “But no big wedding. I just want it to be us and our families, a few close friends. I don’t want it to be a circus when I take Tom Holland off the market.” You told him. 
“Baby, I’ve been off the market since the day I met you.”
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@y/n__: for so long it’s just been me and theo. then his daddy came back and now he’s going to be a big brother. our little family is growing and theo can’t wait to meet his baby sister @tomholland2013:
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@tomholland2013: how we feel about me being a girl dad @y/n__
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