#the other books also have wait times upwards of 6 weeks

[sammy8d257]

In the Week that Follows - Chap. 2: Day 1 - Cleaning (part 3)

An AvM fanfic Written by Sammy8D257

Part of the Watered Down Hot Chocolate Series

Cover Art / Day 0 / Day 1: 1 - 2 - 3 / Day 2 / Day 3 / Day 4 / Day 5 / Day 6 / Day 7 / Day 8

Chapter Word Count: 4740

Characters: King (He/Him), Purple (They/Them), (Only mentioned but Gold uses They/Them)

CW for this Chapter Part: Unhealthy coping mechanisms, Self-Hatred, Minor Swearing, King's Anger Issues, Poor Mental Health, allusions to unhealthy eating habits

[AO3 vers. (Full Chapter)]

(BRO I SWEAR I DID NOT MEAN FOR IT TO TAKE THIS LONG TO FINISH THIS CHAPTER. God I'm just happy its finally out now. I can't believe Day 1 is almost 4x the size of Day 0. alkslgjsdkgdls [head in hands] I hope you guys enjoy this!)

= O = o =

It was a little past 2 pm by the time they both were done eating.

King finished last and took the initiative to add their bowls to the pile in the sink. He made a mental note to rinse off the dishes and throw them into the dishwasher later. Turning back towards the table, King watched Purple place the now empty container back into their pink tote. A satisfied smile was on their face and King could feel it mirrored on his own. 

"Sooo…" Purple glanced back at him as King spoke. "What now?"

"Now?" The younger stick said as they straightened and fully turned to face the other. "Now it's time to do the second part."

King tilted his head in confusion. "Which is?"

"I'm going to help you clean your house."

"Oh," The orange stick paused, the statement not fully registering. "Wait, you are?"

Purple nodded. "Of course. I can't just leave you to clean your entire house by yourself."

And at that, King just nodded. Really, he should have expected this to be Purple's response. With how dedicated they were to helping him, he should have assumed it would also extend towards his home as well. 

"Yeah, okay that's," King stole a glance at the full sink at his back. "That would be nice. Thank you."

A smile so bright, King could have sworn the entire room got lighter, lit Purple's face at his words. After a moment, the younger stick figure coughed into their fist, their expression returning to something more neutral, but King could see the corners of their mouth were turned upwards.

"Right, ahem- So, I was thinking we could start by clearing out the easy stuff first," Purple made a hand wave gesture in the air. "You know, like all those books and stuff on the ground? We should organize those first before we clean anything else."

King nodded slowly as Purple explained their thoughts. Overall, it was a solid plan and a pretty easy one at that. Although the effects of the painkillers have since kicked in, King was still pretty tired and sore from the previous day. And Purple was right. The main room of the house was a mess of failed experiments, boxes, papers, and books. It would need to be cleared out first before any additional cleaning could take place. And really, it wouldn't take that much physical effort to organize through what could be kept and what could be discarded. At most, it would take a bit to gather everything.

With a final nod, King loosely crossed his arms and leaned back against the counter. "That sounds like a great idea."

Again, a grin broke out on Purple's face and they patted their pink tote once before taking a step towards King.

"Then let's get started."

Armed with a plan, clearing the main room goes incredibly well with various jobs being split between them. While King gathered all the discarded staff prototypes and welding tools, Purple went around the room collecting any easily picked up items. These ranged from small boxes to books to stacks of paper. Luckily for the two of them, objects like the daggers and the welding equipment that were strewn about the floor, were previously stowed away during the time Purple spent under King. The blanket that originally housed the pile of medical supplies was cleared away (King's bed becoming its temporary holding spot) and the piles of metal and books took its place. 

From there, the pair set about organizing through their respective piles. The staffs were sorted into reusable scrap metal, sellable scrap metal, and trash. Although Purple had no knowledge of experience in the field, King occasionally asked their opinion on the viability of some metals. 

"What do you think about this one?"

"Oh! Um, it's a very nice blue color! If you can't reuse it for anything, maybe you can get more for it because it's pretty?"

"Hmm… Probably not, unfortunately. It's painted aluminum. It might not sell as well but it should still be worth something."

Likewise, from their seat on the floor, Purple sorted through the stacks of books King had collected throughout the year. Originally, Purple had planned to just gather all the books and then place them on the bookshelf for future King to sort through, but upon picking up a book with a very clear library sticker along its spine, a separate pile was quickly formed.

King to his credit, looked incredibly embarrassed as Purple held a library copy of Welding for Dummies in the air.

"In my defense, I forgot I went there."

"Uh huh, and how long have you had these for?"

"Uh-"

"King."

"Only a couple of months-"

"King-"

"-to maybe a year?"

"King! That's a really long time!"

"I know! I know! I mean, hopefully if the book is still fine, we can return it and only have to pay the late fees and not the replacement costs!"

"Hmmm… let's just see how many there are."

By the time both of their original piles were gone and sorted, a couple of hours had passed. The afternoon sun still shone through the window casting the room in a warm glow.

King's pile of sellable scrap was not as large in comparison to his other piles of trash and parts that could be reused in future projects. Those piles contained bits of combined metal that King created in his attempts at making the perfect staff, so it made sense why the scrap yards probably wouldn't buy it from them. Though, despite the sellable pile being smaller, King reassured both Purple and himself that it would be enough to sell for a decent sum of money.

On the other side, Purple ended up with a stack of about 9 returnable and two damaged library books (turns out oil and burn marks are hard to get out of paper). Next to it was another stack of books that King owned and two boxes that Purple used to hold all the research paper found in the room. It was decided that the library books needed to be returned regardless of their physical status and to get their fees paid.

The two of them sat back and took a moment to admire their work. 

"Huh, well that wasn't too bad," King remarked, stretching out his back to release some tension. "And it only took us until… 6:30?!"

King's mouth hung open in shock. True to his words, the clock's keys pointed a little past the half hour mark.

"Huh… I guess so," Purple squinted up at the clock before turning towards King. "I'd say it's about dinner time, right?"

The older stick figure blinked, taking a moment to register the other's question before nodding. Despite having eaten hours ago, all the manual labor had worked up an appetite in him. 

Purple tapped their chin. "We already finished all the food I brought. So how about you wash up and I can get started on something to eat?"

A noise of protest sounded from King but was almost immediately shushed as Purple stood up. They had a sheepish look on their face.

"Don't worry about it. I like cooking! Plus uh…" Their eyes landed on King's hands and grimaced. "You've been touching metal for the past few hours. I don't think you should be handling food right now."

An embarrassed blush crept up his cheeks. Lightly, King wiped his hands along the bandages on his stomach, only to wince when it left a coppery brown stain. 

"Ah."

"Yeah…"

"I should probably go clean myself up."

"It would be for the best."

Purple shot him a small smile as King hissed out a breath and stood up. Turning on his heels, King made his way towards the hallway bathroom as Purple headed towards the kitchen. Once again back in the bathroom, the formerly royal stick took a moment to reassess his bandages. Aside from metallic markings along his midsection, the rest of the wraps looked fine. He figured he probably didn't need to change them yet and instead opted to use a slightly damp paper towel to clean up the residue.

He had just finished his clean up when a call caught his attention.

"Hey uh, King? I think there's a problem."

King frowned. He stepped out of the bathroom door to find Purple poking their head out from the living room archway. They looked nervous but also slightly annoyed.

"What's wrong?" King asked. Purple stared at him, eyes narrowed, as he walked down the hall. 

"You don't have any food here," They replied. "Or rather, the only food you have are boxes of instant macaroni and cheese, and ramen packets."

King raised an eyebrow at the younger stick figure's words. "Do you… not like mac and cheese?"

Purple huffed, the frustration growing on their face. "I do, but why are these the only sources of food in your house? You have a half quarter of milk in your fridge but you don't even have any cereal to go with it!"

King shrugged. "I'm not much of a cook." 

And Purple sputtered as he sidestepped them to enter the main room.

In all honesty, King didn't really know why Purple was getting so worked up over this. Sure it wasn't ideal, but food was food. The easier it was to make, the easier it was for King to dedicate more time towards his goals. Though that was in the past, right now he was more focused on just getting something to eat.

From behind, Purple caught up with his walk towards the kitchen and fell in step. "Has that all you've been eating?" They asked quietly. 

King shrugged again, taking a moment to glance back at the other. Their mouth was a hard line. "I also get takeout a lot."

Purple's face pulled into a scowl. 

"What was the last thing you ate?"

King blinked. "Aside from that thing you brought? Um… "

He squinted at the pile of dishes in the sink, trying to remember if the last thing he consumed was cooked or bought. "You know, I don't remember but it was probably ramen."

A hiss of air escaped Purple's mouth as they mumbled something under their breath. After a moment they sighed. "Let's just… order something."

"Alright," King said as he made his way to the kitchen counter.

From one of the drawers, King pulled out various takeout menus. There were menus for pizza, Italian, Mexican, American, and Chinese cuisine, all of which looked worn from use and sporting little golden stars next to specific menu items. He handed them to Purple for them to look over.

"Pick something, I don't really care what you want," he explained, pulling out his phone. "Just let me know what you want and I can order."

The kitchen was quiet after that as Purple shifted over the pamphlets. After a moment, they silently handed the menu for a local Chinese restaurant over to King and told him what they wanted.

One phone call later and an order of vegetable lo mein, sweet and sour chicken, and a side of white rice was set to arrive in 30 minutes. 

With that taken care of, King turned back towards Purple. Said stick figure was staring at his fridge with an unreadable look on their face. The orange stick chewed at the inside of his cheek. Was having an understocked fridge that bad? Sure it wasn't ideal but it never really bothered him. He didn't have time to go to the store that often and he was doing fine eating what he had on hand. Caring about food gets a lot harder when it's only yourself you're caring about.

Still, the stare that Purple gave made him uneasy.

"So… um," King said, breaking the awkward silence. "Let's say that I did have ingredients. What would you have made?"

Purple blinked in surprise. They brought a hand up to their chin and hummed.

"It depends on the type of ingredients you had on hand," King watched as they glanced around the kitchen. "Probably would have made something easy on the stomach. Maybe a soup?"

"Oh! Like that porridge thing you brought for lunch?" King asked. A small smile formed on Purple's face. 

"Lugaw, it's called lugaw. It's a rice porridge dish," They said softly. "My mom used to make it for me whenever I got sick."

"Aw, that's actually really sweet-" And not for the first time today, King felt like ice water was dumped down his back. 

Mom.

He jolted from his spot against the counter. "You're not a desktopper?"

Purple flinched, on guard from the sudden tone change. "What?"

"You're not a desktopper?!" A roaring panic rose in King. "You have a parent?"

"I mean-"

"You were born?!"

Whatever Purple said in reply drowned in the sea of King's racing thoughts. If Purple wasn't a created stick from someone's desktop or from some other media, then that meant they were born. And that meant they had a parent or guardian.

That meant he almost killed someone's kid.

"KING!"

Purple had his arms in a tight grip. They were trying to coax them down from their place at the sides of King's head. Huh, when did they get there…

Just like before, they were gentle in their actions, voice soft and calming even if he couldn't make out what they were saying.

Eventually, panic subsided and all that was left was a hollow numbness in his chest. Purple had settled themself next to him.

"King… are you-" 

[DING DONG]

Two pairs of eyes shot up at the sound of the doorbell.

King startled, moving to push himself off of the counter but Purple shook their head.

"The door, the food-" King rasped. Purple only shook their head harder and pushed him towards a kitchen chair. 

"Sit," They commanded. "I got it. Where's your wallet?"

King gestured towards the main room. "At my desk. Top left drawer."

The younger nodded. "Okay. Stay here. Focus on your breathing. I'll be right back." 

And with that, they turned and hurried out of the kitchen. 

Slumping into his seat, he could hear the faint sounds of Purple talking to the delivery guy. King groaned and buried his head into his hands. His mind was a mess of guilt and embarrassment. Guilt over the thought of nearly inflicting the same lonely torment he endured on to an innocent mother, and embarrassment because what the Flash was wrong with him?

Having the occasional breakdown every couple of weeks (or days) was fine but multiple times in one day? That was absurd. 

Purple probably thinks I'm a nutcase.

He felt pathetic. But before he could spiral further, Purple strode in with a brown paper bag in hand. King lifted his head to watch as they gently placed it on top of the table. They shot him a glance with a question clearly forming on their lips but King paid them no mind. The smell of noodles and chicken was already distracting him from his previous thoughts.

"I used one of your 20s. The amount was $18.48. The change was $1.52," Purple quietly said and placed King's wallet within his reach. "You can check to see it's all there." 

He glanced down at it, taking a moment to gauge Purple's own stare, before picking it up and tossing it onto the counter. 

"Thanks," He muttered before turning back to open the bag. The other end of the table was silent as he pulled out the cartons of food and chopsticks. King could feel Purple's eyes on him but he ignored them, instead focusing on arranging the food out on the table. After a moment, he heard Purple sigh and move towards the dish cabinet. 

They arrived with two plates, two forks, and a spoon as King finished opening all the takeout containers. They stuck the forks into the lo mein and sweet and sour chicken, and the spoon into the rice. With that they handed King one of the plates and settled into their seat across the table. 

It was quiet as the two sticks added food to their plates and it stayed quiet as they began to eat. 

King chewed on his chicken as he eyed Purple. The younger stick wasn't looking at him but he could tell that they had something on their mind. He cringed. No doubt Purple was going to ask him about his whole "freakout" over learning they had a parent. He gnawed on his chopstick. He hoped Purple didn't ask him too many questions. Frankly, even he didn't know why he reacted so viscerally and he did not want to explore those feelings at this moment. 

From across the table, Purple took in a breath and King mentally prepared himself for the confrontation.

"Do you know of any places that buy scrap metal?" 

He blinked. That certainly wasn't what he expected Purple to say. Though, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't relieved that the topic of conversation was about the future and not the past. If Purple didn't want to bring up what happened in the last half hour then King was more than happy to sweep it under the rug.

King stuck his chopsticks into his noodles, "There's a few places we can head too. Copper and Steel is the closest one but Mety's has better prices." 

Purple nodded. "Which one is closer to the library?"

"None of them are close per say, but C&S is on the same side of town at least," King chewed thoughtfully. "Why? Are you planning on checking some books out?"

"Well no," the younger stick answered. "I just thought that since we'd already be out, we could also get the rest of the errands done at the same time."

King paused, mulling over what Purple suggested. "Hmm… You know, that's not a bad idea. Nice thinking Purple!"

They beamed at him. "Thank you! So it's settled. We'll go to the metal place, the grocery store, and the library."

King nodded along. "Metal, grocery, library… That sounds good- Wait grocery?"

The orange stick looked over to Purple in confusion, second-guessing whether or not he heard them right. Purple, to their credit, held his gaze and blinked almost innocently at him. 

"Well you did say we could go run some errands while out," Purple said nonchalantly. "Wouldn't it also make sense to get some groceries?"

King slowly blinked at Purple, taking in that little bit of sleight of hand. A disbelieving smirk formed on his face.

"You sly little stick," King shook their head and chuckled. "Alright, I get it. I need more food in the house. We'll go get some tomorrow."

The grin sent his way could only be described as self-satisfied as the purple stick hummed and took another bite of noodles. King couldn't help the snort of laughter at the younger's action as he shook his head again and continued to eat.

With plans for the next day sorted, the two started chatting about how to continue cleaning. It was decided that King would work on finding some sort of means of transportation to help carry the metal and books for tomorrow. Once that was done, he'd start sweeping the floors. Purple in the meantime, would focus on putting the remaining books onto King's shelf. After that, they would organize the rest of the papers and miscellaneous boxes on the floor for King to look through in the future.

Over food and conversation, the outburst from before slowly slipped from their minds and neither of them were too sad to see it go.

= O = o =

Nearly half an hour later and their Chinese takeout dinner was done. Just like before, King grabbed the used dishes and placed them into the sink while Purple gathered the leftovers and placed them in the fridge. With their meal complete, they made their way to the main room where King rummaged through his storage closet in search of bags big enough to hold pieces of metal. Purple busied themself with reorganizing medical supplies left out on King's bed. 

By the time King had found a couple of sturdy yard bags, Purple had deposited the various items into one of the empty boxes from the floor. As he approached them, they carefully scooted the newly christened medical box to the head of the bed by the shelf. From there the pair started going about their assigned tasks to tidy up the main room. They worked in a comfortable silence with only the occasional comment or question interrupting their work flow. 

This is nice, King thought to himself. How long had it been since he had another person in his space like this? Sure, Purple was there to help with the Minecraft plan but that felt different. He paused his sweeping to watch them work. 

They were short, a whole head shorter than King and that left them on their tip-toes as they slotted some books back on the top shelf. Despite the inconvenience, Purple had a look of determination on their face. It reminded him so much of the antics Gold would get up to…

A feeling akin to fondness bubbled in King's chest and he shook his head to clear it. He turned back to his broom and he continued sweeping. 

It was nice to have someone around again.

It wasn't until the sound of an alarm broke the quiet within the house, causing King to jump and Purple to scramble for their blaring phone. With a quick tap on the screen, the room fell back into silence.

King shook his head, a hand on his chest. "What was that?"

Purple, with their phone still in hand, blushed and rubbed at the back of their neck.

"It's my bus alarm," They said sheepishly. "It takes about 10 minutes to get to the nearest bus stop so I set it so I'd have enough time to get there." 

"You're leaving?" 

They nodded. "It's already almost 9. I'd like to get some sleep for tomorrow."

"For tomorrow? Yeah! That's right! You're coming back tomorrow?" Of course they'd be coming back. A few hours ago they made plans to meet back up the next day but that still didn't stop the hopeful lift in King's voice. If Purple noticed it, they didn't say anything.

"Mmhmm. I promised to help you, didn't I?"

"I mean, yes, but-" He stumbled over his words, a previous concern pushed itself to the front of his mind. "But, you also have to help yourself. Or, at least let me help you too."

The younger stick had started gathering their belongings into their pink tote but stilled at his words. Their eyes darted to meet his before darting down towards the medical box. For a moment, King thought they were going to protest like they did before but after a moment, they sighed and reached to pull out a roll of bandages and a bruise cream tube. They tossed those items into their bag.

"Okay."

"Cool."

"So… I'll see you tomorrow then?" A goodbye posed as a question, a small awkward smile formed on King's face. Purple readjusted the strap on their bag and hauled it over their shoulder. 

They locked eyes with King and with a look that could almost be considered fond, replied, "I'll see you in the morning."

Then without a word, Purple turned and left the house, the door closing with a soft click.

A second passed, then two, then three. There King stood, staring at the closed door. Slowly, he turned around to face the rest of the room. It was silent again, but for once, it didn't feel as oppressive as it once did. 

Maybe it was because for the first time in a while, the house was clean. Well not clean but it was as organized and tidy as it could be given the circumstances. Maybe it was because of the food King ate. He hadn't eaten that fully in a while. Or maybe it was because he wasn't alone anymore. Sure his house was empty at the moment, but Purple had promised to come back tomorrow morning. Even if they were… weird (and they were, a voice in the back of his mind told him he should probably assess those comments and actions he had filed away) but their help equaled companionship and who was King to complain?

Whatever the reason was at the moment, it was lost on King as he shuffled quietly towards his bed. The events of the day had well and truly begun to hit him. He was tired but it was a good tired. A satisfied tired. One that reminded him of trips spent camping from years ago.

Dimly, he knew he probably should clean himself up before going to sleep. He needed to brush his teeth, wipe the dust off himself, recheck his bandages…

But as soon as he locked eyes with the bed, he knew what his main priority was.

He was asleep before his head even hit the pillow.

= o =

Purple pressed their forehead against the bus's window, its coolness doing wonders for easing the tension in their head. 

They were… content, for lack of a better word. King had a smile on his face when they left so they must have done a good job.

The closest bus stop to their apartment was on West 9th street. Glancing at the screen near the front of the bus, told them they had just turned on off of 5th Avenue. Purple closed their eyes. They had 10 more stops left before they had to get off. 

Today went well. Not as smoothly as they had hoped it would but they were always ready to roll with the punches. Maybe they were just rusty when it came to this type of helping.

9 stops left. 

A series of giggles and poorly hushed laughter brought Purple out of their thoughts. Cracking an eye open, they watched as a group of nicely dressed stick figures passed by their seat and took some of their own seats near the back. They looked to be around Purple's age and were excitedly discussing a new club that opened up. Purple closed their eyes again, letting their chatter fade into the background. 

8 stops left.

King had been right. And that meant Purple had been wrong. But that was fine. Purple was wrong about a lot of things. That just meant they had to try harder to learn what was right for King.

7 stops left.

Today they learned that what they say can come off as condescending, even if that wasn't the original intention. King is more than capable of helping himself. Purple is there to only aid in his recovery and to make things easier. They owed it to him.

6 stops left.

Don't assume to know what's best, even if it worked well with their mother. King is not the same. Similar but not the same. Purple couldn't forget that. 

5 stops left.

One of the stick figures for the group had pulled the cord, signaling for the bus to stop. Purple blinked and watched as they filed excitedly off the bus. One stick, lilac in color, met Purple's gaze. They smiled at them, giving a curious but confused stare back before a friend pulled them towards the nightlife. For one brief moment, Purple felt a pang of jealousy.

4 stops left.

They shook that thought out of their head and refocused their eyes out onto the familiar lamp post lit streets. Going out to "party" was not important. 

3 stops left.

Two old men climbed onto the bus and sat in the front, quietly chatting about their day. Trying to get friends was not important (at least not yet, a smiling green face flashed across the back of their mind).

2 stops left.

A mother cradling a sleeping toddler walked off the bus. The child snuggled closer as the summer air hit their skin. Helping King was important. And by proxy, so was Purple. The bandages felt tight on their skin.

1 stop left.

The tired stick lifted their head from the window. They had a job to do. Nothing else should matter. They just needed to keep their priorities straight.

Purple pulled the cord and the bus slowed to a stop.

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[tideswept]

15 questions for 15 friends

I was tagged by a few people, so~here we go!

1. Are you named after anyone?

Kinda! I was supposed to be born a boy, and absolutely nothing was prepared for me when I turned out to be female. And mom went "I like my sister's name" and named me that. (This caused a lot of drama.) So I wasn't named after her per se but....

I ... I was almost a Peter.

2. When was the last time you cried?

Few weeks ago.

3. Do you have kids?

4. What sports do you play/ have you played?

None tbh other than what I was forced to in school. Oh. OH WAIT SWIMMING IS A SPORT. Okay. Yeah. I did a lot of that. I just, uh, never view it that way?

5. Do you use sarcasm?

... having a small crisis upon the realization that I rarely do these days. god what happened to me I was such a sarcastic little demon I'm all EARNEST now

6. What's the first thing you notice about people?

Hair. Weird thing, right? Mostly because I'm always impressed by how people can keep their hair tamed. (me, with curly hair: [despair]) Followed quickly by body language.

7. What's your eye colour?

Brown! I'm told it looks green up close but ehhhh. (doubt)

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

Scary movies! Or, you know, scary movies with (relative) happy endings are also good!

9. Any talents?

I have a knack for detecting accents/identifying languages and having a general, if not specific, idea of where people are from. I also have a scarily good aim. (though my form is atrocious and under no circumstances should ever be mimicked)

I'm also a pretty decent cook! Bit hit or miss as a baker, though.

10. Where were you born?

Venezuela!

11. What are your hobbies?

Writing, gaming, reading, cooking, being a lil' nerdy about Disney comics and Disney history overall. Obsessively analyzing data.

12. Do you have any pets?

I point you upwards! Big one is Jupiter (ASH) and the small one is Saturn (Russian Blue). Both of them are about 13 years old.

13. How tall are you?

5'2... and a half. (It counts!) [158cm]

14. Favourite subject in school?

English, since it gave me an excuse to read and tune out everything else lmao. (I was often bullied, or, I guess, attempted, once I got into a book you could scream in my ear and I was full Helen Keller. Who? What? Don't care.) ♥ Depending on the teacher, I also really liked history and science! Basically, as long as I don't have to do math and the teacher wasn't a bitter monster, I enjoyed the subject.

15. Dream job?

Ethnologist! Oh my god, I'd be so delighted to get to nerd out like that! ♥ With the rise of various internet cultures I think, more than ever, we could really use more of them around. It's such an interesting thing to do to be able to delve in order to contrast and compare, to find links and reasons for variances, commonalities, schisms--all of them. There's so much data available online, and it paints such a colorful, and sometimes tragic, implications that extend far into our burgeoning global identity and--

I'll shush. ��

Tagging: @scatteredheroes @irrationalsense @dark--whisperings @aigoos @gretchenzellerbarnes @qed23 @mollysunder @mari-lwyd-fannibal-blog @skyerie @minimal23 @ellelans @mutteringretreats1 and anyone who hasn't yet gotten tagged/wants to do it!

#berry.txt #behold the power of #friendship!

[bobaandasiandramas]

Find Rest for Your Soul

Y/n is found unconscious by Hoseok and rescue owner, Sejin. Y/n is a mysterious Omega with no real memories and is trying to understand the warnings in her head. What or who is after her?

Alpha, Beta, Omega x F. Reader

Pairing: OT7 X F.Reader

Rating: M+

Trigger warning : hints of abuse

Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6

The remainder of the week stayed about the same. The female omega had bouts of sanity in which she still talked in slight riddles, like she knew what she wanted to say but had a hard time recalling exact details. Then there were other times where she repeated her chants of numbers or she would mumble phrases that Namjoon came to realize where things they, his pack, had said to her. Some things that apparently stuck with her and she threw them into her loop.

There was a notepad found under her pillow when the sheets were being changed. It was one of his and she also wrote these messages down. He let her keep the booklet, he didn't see any harm in it. Maybe one day it would help her sort her thoughts out in a way he could completely understand. Namjoon also figured out that she would quote books if it felt appropriate during whatever scenario was happening and so he found two books from home and left them in his office.

His office. Where he wasn't, not completely by choice. Jin wanted him home. Needed him to be as he missed most of the week with them all. While he enjoyed being with his pack and getting an overflowing amount of attention, he still felt anxious about not being in the clinic. The doctor let out a great sigh while he looked at his phone again, still waiting for Dr. Wang to let him know how the omega was doing.

Meanwhile at the clinic, Dr. Wang was reluctant to help with the case considering the female had attacked him upon waking last time. However, Jinyoung had talked to his Alpha and explained how Dr. Kim had been at the medical unit for several days without going home. Being an alpha himself, Dr. Wang knew how being away from the pack can affect everyone's mental and physical health.

Dr. Wang looked down at the message on his phone, he had read it several times and was purposely ignoring the text from Dr. Kim. His colleague needed to separate work and home and just pay attention to his pack. The last thing the clinic needed was for Namjoon to get burned out because he didn’t know when to stop and take care of his own needs. Jackson looked over to the omega studying her with his ever watchful eyes. If he had to be honest, besides her unstable mind she would be fit to leave the clinic. Her injuries were healing and she started to put on a very small amount of weight - but the trending upward numbers were better than a downward spiral. Maybe he could start mentioning mental health clinics so they could get her out of there.

Jackson called her name, watching her head snap up away from the book she was reading. He knew she was wary around him, knowing that he wasn’t very fond of her. He praised her for having the common sense to put that together. He actually had not talked to her until the morning after her attack on him, she had given a soft, teary apology. He did appreciate that but also informed her that he wasn’t trusting of her and to try to stay away from him.

He stared her in the eyes for a few seconds, the day so far had been good - she wasn’t chanting or rocking her entire body. In fact she had been so still and quiet he had almost forgotten she was there. Since she was having a good mental day, then maybe he could find out more of her background and what exactly happened to her. "Come chat for a few minutes." He instructed her.

The omega blinked at him twice before she registered his request. She moved quickly, doing much better on her feet now that she was properly being taken care of. She came to a short stop right in front of him. "Yes, Dr. Wang?" Her voice was soft and sweet, if he didn’t know any better he would have dropped his guard and had her sit on his knee. A small, alphaless omega who needed to be protected - but she wasn’t. She could have an entire pack looking for her. It was logical that they helped her get better faster so she could return home.

"I want you to try and think for me. I know Dr. Kim has tried to get you to remember stuff without much success but I think today is a good day to try again."

She bit her bottom lip and nodded her head. "Okay, I'll try."

"We can start easy. Where are you right now?"

"The medical unit of Sejin’s Rescue."

"Good. What's your name?"

She responded, answering all his questions - sometimes pausing to try and think harder about some of his questions - but with much dismay there had been no new answers or changes to her old ones. She didn't know how she got into the woods. She didn’t know why she was in such poor condition. She didn’t know if she had a pack or an alpha. Each time she said she didn’t know the doctor grew more and more frustrated, he didn’t know why. He had amnesia patients during his residency and didn’t have issues when they couldn’t answer his questions. He wasn’t sure why she got him so heated by not knowing anything that was of true value.

“The two omegas that were found after you, do you know their names? One was male and the other was female. Surely you knew them - you wore the same bracelet as them.” He watched her eyes become unfocused and her hands raised into her hair, gripping onto the roots as her breathing increased.

“I - I don’t know. I don’t know.” Her brain was going into a tizzy, the sour smell of her panic started to fill the air. "One. Eight. Nine. I counted them. One eight nine, one eight nine…"

"For love of…!" Jackson raised his voice in annoyance as he punched the table next to him slightly but hard enough to make noise. It caused the female to drop to the floor and curl in on herself as she kept at her manta. "Snap out of it, Omega." He rose to his feet as he tried to use his Alpha voice to reach her, but since she wasn’t his pack she didn’t have to listen and so her body didn’t. Instead he took a deep breath and tried to stay calm before attempting to talk to her again. Kneeling down in front of her, he was about to speak her words changed in her chant.

"If you stay quiet, they will leave you alone. They will leave you alone, they will leave you alone, they will leave you alone."

That was new, at least Jackson never heard of it. He took a chance and decided to try and run with what she was talking about. He stayed crouched down to her eyes level but kept a reasonable distance from her. "What happens if you make noise?"

"... leave you-" Her eyes snapped to him as she cut off her new manta. "Shh." She held a finger to her lips to silence him as she looked frightened.

He tried again. "What do they do if you make noise?" He whispered, trying to get into her headset, pretending that there could be someone who could be listening in.

"If I make noise? I have to make noise - I have to protect the others. If you stay quiet, they will leave you alone. Protect the others. Protect them." She whispered in a small whine, almost as if she was encouraging herself. "One eight seven - no wait, one eight nine. Yes, one eight nine. No more. No more! No more!!" The omega let out a sobbed scream as she started to thrash around, knocking things off the table as she shuffled back on her bum and bumped into it. "No more! Just me! Just me!" She began to hit her head with her fists. “Please! Please, just me!!”

Dr. Wang was quick, grabbing onto her arms to keep herself from getting hurt more or hurting him. "Jinyoung, grab a sedative!" He called out to his packmate, who was off doing inventory in the office.

“Please,” She looked him in the eyes pleading something that he wouldn’t know. “Just me, not the others. Please.” She sobbed, gripping onto his forearms that were still holding her shoulders.

Jinyoung rushed out of the office, grabbed a pre-set syringe from a tray, and pressed it into the omegas thigh. She struggled for another moment, giving Dr, Wang a look of betrayal as she slumped into his arms, whimpering out a pleading ‘please’. The look she gave made a chill go down his spine - he wondered for a moment if she was seeing him or someone she once knew.

"Alpha, are you okay?" The male omega questioned, looking over his alpha for any injuries.

"Yeah, she just lost grip on reality. I'll have to call Namjoon about this. Let's get her into bed."

Once the female was back in her bed, strapped down, just in case she woke up in the wrong mindset, Jackson pulled his cell phone out and found the saved contact he was looking for. He felt bad for this but he knew that this was something that needed to be told to Namjoon now and not something that would be sat on. The phone rang once before a concerned voice answered. Jackson sighed into the receiver. “Hey Joon, she had another episode as I was trying to question her. I think you might need to come back when she wakes back up.”

Namjoon looked over to Jin, who was sitting next to him on the couch. The Beta was obviously eavesdropping and had an unhappy expression on his face. “I’ll see what I can do. I might just stop in with Jin so I don’t stay the whole night.” He noted his Beta perk up at that. “Yes, just let me know when she’s awake again and I’ll head over.”

He hung the phone up and looked at the rest of the pack who all took the day off to bed with him. “Jackson tried to ask her questions again and apparently it led her into another episode. He told me they needed to sedate her - so I should at least check in on her. I won’t stay long - I won’t do that to you all. I’ll take Jin with me to make sure. I just want to check on her.”

“Joon, you’re a great doctor - but so is Dr. Wang. Can’t he just take care of it for today? You’ll be back there tomorrow." Taehyung asked from his spot on the floor next to Namjoon’s leg. The omega rested his chin on his alpha’s knee, looking terribly sad at the thought of his alpha leaving them.

Namjoon sat forward, coming closer to the Omega before reaching out and cupping the omega’s chin. “I understand Tae. This patient… She’s a little different than most. In fact, I haven’t had someone this broken before. The last extremely hard case I had was Yoongi - and compared to her, he wasn’t even this bad.”

“I want to help fix her. She’s broken Tae. She has no pack that we know of. No one has been looking for her-”

“And she’s straight out of her mind. You said it yourself, she’s seen horrible things and had horrible things done to her. I love you Joon, but seriously think about this case - it’s more of a bite than you can chew.” Yoongi snapped.

Jungkook whined at his alpha’s words, curling into Yoongi’s chest to try and calm him.

“Yoongi -”

“No Joon, if you’re gonna compare her to when you had to deal with me then let’s look at the facts. For me, I wasn’t trusting of others, my pack abandoned me. They all left to go with another alpha. It fucked my brain up. I wouldn’t eat, sleep, or take care of myself. That was my choice - I didn't want to. I didn’t want to live. I wanted to die so badly, but then Hoseok had to be the hero and found my sorry ass at my lowest low.” There was a fire in Yoongi’s eyes. “Do you know what it was like to have two alphas taking care of me? At the time I was so embarrassed and I wished you both had just let me go and do my own thing. But then Hoseok found Jungkook. I saw him, I saw how skittish he was and I had this overwhelming desire to help him. I needed to and that’s when I started to build myself back up. It was my choice - I wanted that.”

Jungkook chirped quietly as he wrapped his arms around the man and pressed small kisses to his throat. “Please Yoongi, please calm down.”

Yoongi took a deep breath and wrapped his arms around the youngest, nuzzling into his hair. “She’s not like me Joon. She didn’t choose this. I was emotionally broken but she’s… she’s all jacked in the head. You do realize you won’t be able to fix her alone?”

The room fell quiet but the tension was thick. “I’m sorry Yoongi. I shouldn’t have compared her to you. I didn’t mean it in that sense. I just meant you were difficult when you came in. One of the hardest cases because you didn’t want the help at first. I knew you were embarrassed as an Alpha to have two other Alpha’s taking care of you. I know you had to build yourself up and choose to get better. I'm sorry, I won't make the comparison again."

"What if she had more than one Alpha taking care of her?" Hoseok questioned suddenly.

“She does.” Namjoon answered, slightly confused. Dr. Wang technically was the second alpha even if he wasn’t fully on her case.

“No, like what if we helped?”

Yoongi snapped his eyes over to his fellow alpha, he was already annoyed about what Namjoon said and now Hoseok was suggesting crazy ideas.

“Oh, I would love to help hyung.” Jimin spoke up. “I have enjoyed my visits with her so far.” It wasn’t a shock to anyone. Jimin had sent as much time as he could with the female omega, coming home after each visit like a lovestruck pup. He said there was something about being near here that made him feel a calming bliss that he craved.

Namjoon was sure that she was Jimin’s soulmate. He didn’t bring it up to the rest of the pack but I think they all had an idea that similar thoughts ran through their heads. The way Jimin acted around her was very similar to how Hoseok acted with Taehyung and Yoongi acted with Jungkook.

The room started to fill with hopeful energy. Taehyung sat up on his knees and nodded his head to Namjoon, if they took care of her together then maybe Namjoon would be around more often. He just wanted his whole pack home all the time. Jin seemed to be considering this as a positive suggestion as well. While Jungkook shifted in Yoongi’s lap, getting happy with the excited energy.

“I won’t do it.” Yoongi growled sharply. The room froze, all voices cut to a stop while they all turned to look at him. “I can’t agree to put our entire pack in danger everyday for this omega. We should be trying to find her pack, a safe house or a mental health facility.”

“Yoongi -”

“No, Jimin! Can you promise me that she’s not a threat? Can you guarantee that there isn’t some crazed, abusive Alpha who isn’t trying to find her? I don’t even want Joon to be near her, it’s bad enough he has to go to work everyday. I know you enjoy being near her and you have small chats with her during her cleared state of mind, but she’s not always like that. Joon has been working tirelessly with her issues. She needs total professional help.”

There was a pause between the two alphas before a sigh rang out. “If Yoongi is uncomfortable with the pack being near her then we won’t have anyone near her. That means no more visits at work. I’m her doctor - I can’t abandon her and I won’t discharge her until I feel she is at the right stage in her treatments and healing.” Namjoon could feel the disappointment within the pack after this decision was made, however, since Yoongi was uncomfortable with the idea then he couldn’t let it fly.The decisions of the pack must always be unanimous among the alphas at least, but also the rest of the pack as well.

“Does that mean I have to stay here when you run to the clinic?” Jin asked, sounding a little upset.

“No, you may come with me this time Jin. I think that would be fair, you can make sure I don’t stay too long as we already decided before our conversation.”

***

Namjoon arrived to find the omega tied down to the bed, she was awake and looking at the ceiling. No words passed her lips, she didn’t even move to look at them when they walked in. “I’m going to speak with Dr. Wang.” He stated as he left Jin behind at the doors and headed toward the office room.

Jin looked over to the omega and took slow steps toward her. He noted how she didn’t move, other than the rhythmic moving of her chest up and down as she breathed. “Unnie?” He whispered to her, but she didn’t respond - she just kept staring at the ceiling. He tried again, just a little bit louder. “Unnie?”

“ ‘ But you are crazy.’ “ The omega spoke softly but not in her regular voice, almost as if she was doing a character voice and it threw Jin off for a moment. “I know.” Her voice changed again, almost as if a different character was talking now. “Do you know how I know? Because the palace walls have been bleeding for years, and no one else sees it?” She turned her eyes to look at Jin and continued in the same voice. “No one believes me, but in some corridors, the blood has gotten so thick there’s nowhere safe to step. When I have to pass through those places, I leave a trail of bloody footprints for the rest of the day, and then I worry that the queen’s soldiers will follow the scent and eat me up while I’m sleeping. Some nights I don’t sleep very well. But if the blood was real, the servants would clean it up. Don’t you think?”

“What are you-” Jin was utterly confused, questioning her before she cut him off.

“They think I’m crazy, and maybe I might be. But why am I so scared all the time Jin?” She asked him, this time in her regular voice.

He paused at her question, his mind was reeling. She talked of bloodied corridors and now she is asking him why she’s scared. Why was she talking like this? It took him a moment but then he remembered that Namjoon stated to him that she liked to talk in quotes from books. “I don’t know why you’re always scared. I wish you weren’t though.”

“Hm. Me too.” She turned her head back to look at the ceiling again.

Jin pulled out his phone and started to type what he remembered her saying. A novel came up called Cress and it had the quote that she recited to him. “Did you enjoy that book series? The Lunar Chronicles?”

“Yes, though I can’t remember all of it. I wish I could.” She frowned. “Did you like it?”

Jin froze. “No, I haven’t read it.”

“It’s a good one. You should read it.” She was quiet for a moment again. “It’s better when you or any of your pack members are here. The silence is a killer.”

“I’m sorry about that.” Jin gave her a soft smile and noticed Namjoon was coming out of the office.

The doctor reached the side of her bed and gave a soft, unsteady smile. From what he heard from Dr. Wang made him wary of her past. “Hey, how are you feeling?”

She blinked slowly and turned her attention to him. “Tired. Scared. It happened again, didn’t it?”

“Yes, Dr. Wang said it started when he was asking you some questions.”

She nodded her head. “Hm. I can’t think of it right now. I must be too tired.” She closed her eyes to rest. “Thank you for coming to visit me. I’m happy.” She opened her eyes again and sent him a smile.

“Of course, let me check your vitals while I’m here. I’m going to undo your restraints, are you okay with that?” He asked.

“Yes, doctor.” Once the bindings were off her, she sat up slowly and turned to dangle her legs off the side of the bed, she shifted so she was right in front of Namjoon. She sent a smile at Jin ‘Unnie, are you really okay alone?’ the Beta’s first words to her rang in circles around her head.

He checked her eyes, making sure her eyes dilated normally, he then checked her reflexes, happy to see everything was normal. His hands cradled her face for a moment before his hands slid to both sides of her neck, feeling her lymph nodes on each side.

She would never admit it but she enjoyed when his hands touched her skin. Unlike most doctors, his hands were warm, soft and most importantly safe. She wished she could curl into his arms and feel safe forever. Her happy thoughts were disrupted as he pulled back and smiled at her.

“All good.” He sighed in relief. “We have to head out now.”

She didn’t even try to hide her disappointment. “Oh, okay…”

“I’ll be back in the morning for my regular shift.”

“Okay…”

Namjoon looked over at Jin, both unsure what to say to the omega. Both of them wanted to stay now, but they knew the pack was waiting at home and Namjoon couldn’t go against his word. “Try to have a good night, darlin’.”

She nodded her head but her eyes didn’t leave her hands that were in her lap. The way she was reacting to them leaving was ripping into Namjoon’s heart and he knew that wasn’t good. He shook his head and stepped back slowly.

It wasn’t until the two males started to walk away that she talked again. “Hey doctor?” She was glad they stopped in their steps. “Do you think Jimin will come to visit again soon? I miss talking with him.”

“I’ll see when he is free to come again.” Lies. They just talked about the pack staying away from her, but he couldn’t break her heart - not when she was already sad. Namjoon forced a smile at her as he gripped Jin’s hand, pouring his sadness into the squeeze he gave his Beta.

She smiled at him again. “Thank you.” She then turned her attention to grab the book she was reading earlier, fluffing her blanket around her in a half circle around her, almost like she was trying to form a small nest around herself.

Namjoon and Jin walked out of the clinic and Namjoon let his emotions show on his face.. “I feel bad about lying to her about Jimin. I know she enjoys the company when I’m busy.”

“She told me that it's better when our pack members are near her. She said the silence is a killer. Does Jackson not talk to her?”

The words that came from Jin’s mouth hurt Namjoon’s heart. “No. He doesn’t want to interact with her more than he needs to - especially now, since he triggered one of her episodes today. Apparently she started chanting new things, words that indicated that she might have taken beatings or some form of punishment for others instead. Jackson feels bad for triggering something like that for her. Meanwhile, I feel guilty. I know she’s lost. I know she craves the company, the pack… I shouldn’t be as upset as I am. She’s not our pack - so why do I feel bad that she misses Jimin?”

Jin hugs his alpha, hoping to take some of the anxiety and stress from his shoulders. “I know Joon. I know. She’s been through a lot and you have a golden heart. I think you’re aware of how well her and Jimin get along - hell the whole pack knows. You feel bad that you’re keeping them away from each other.” Jin felt Namjoon tense in his arms. “I don’t mean it in a bad way. What did Jackson say?”

“He basically is in agreement with Yoongi, she shouldn’t be here. Jackson thinks she should go to a mental health facility. She’s really messed up.” He went into full detail in what Jackson had told him and as he explained what happened between Dr. Wang and herself, Namjoon could feel Jin get more and more sad.

Jin frowned. “Joon, I hate this. No one should deal with what she’s gone through. It seems like Jackson and yourself are on the boat with Yoongi. I don’t like the mental facilities or trust them recently. I’ve seen too many articles about so many organizations that have been investigated only to find out that they’re abusing or killing our kind. I know Yoongi won’t allow others to help you take care of her but I refuse to let her go to some random facility. I won’t allow it unless you find one that will guarantee her safely 100 percent. You should make it so that you have visiting rights to keep up with her physical health.”

Namjoon pulled his Beta into a hug, hoping that they could help each other feel better. “I’ll do some research if we go that route. Until then, I’ll just have to stay with her.”

****

It took all of a week of intense research before Namjoon found a facility that he even considered transferring the female omega to. During that week, she had been doing so well. She was mostly quiet, thankfully not losing herself as much and was looking healthier. She thrived in the moments that he was near her, lighting up like the sun. Her scent of happiness poured in tidal waves whenever he was around. He understood that he was a safe spot for her, as a doctor should be. She still couldn’t remember much but Namjoon was happy with her physical progress.

He was playing a memory game with her, flipping over cards that matched - testing how well she would do in hopes it would help her recall other things for herself. It was at this time when he decided to talk with her about her care. “Darlin’, I’ve been so proud of you this week.” His heart skipped a beat when she gave him a huge grin, pleased with his praise. “You’ve been doing so well with your recovery and I think we should advance to the next step in your care.”

"Okay, what's that?" She asked as she matched another set of tile cards.

He looked her up and down, not sure if what he was going to say would upset her or not. She was already slightly curled in on herself, something that he realized she did a lot. It was almost like she wasn't comfortable in the environment but she always seemed comfortable enough with him.

The delay in his response made her look at him warily. "What is it?" She whispered, worry dripping from her throat, her scent starting to turn a little sour.

"The next step is transferring you to a mental health facility. I researched a bunch of places, and I found one that I deem would be a best-"

The sound of heavy breathing cut him off. Her eyes were wide, her chest heaving in big gasps and she curled herself tighter. The sour scent wafted out in buckets where he started to feel nauseous immediately from it. He instantly regretted bringing it up like this..

"I'm sorry!" She choked out.

His heart shattered, she sounded so broken. "What are you sorry for darling?" He asked as he moved closer to console her but she backed away at his movements. He froze, she hadn’t done that since the first day he met her. He knew she always found a sense of comfort in him, he could tell when her scent always changed into something warm and welcoming.

"I'll be good. I'm sorry. Please don't send me away. I'll be good, I promise. I promise. I promise…" She began to say it over and over again as tears poured down her cheeks.

Whenever he tried to get closer she would shift away, folding into herself, knees to chest. "You've done nothing wrong, dear."

She didn't hear his words over her own. She did something wrong to upset him and she wasn't sure how to fix that except to promise to be good. She tried to think about the past week, where she could have gone wrong, what upset him so much. Why did he want to send her away? Was it because of her episode with Dr. Wang? It must have been. She hasn’t seen any of his pack since then and he didn’t stay as late anymore. She felt the ground shift and she was spiraling. “Little Alice fell d o w n the hOle, bumped her head and bruised her soul.” She muttered before she apologized over and over and over again.

Namjoon whined and pinched the bridge of his nose. Dr. Wang was out of the office, bringing his mates out on vacation and so Namjoon did the only thing he could do at a time like this. He grabbed his cell phone and dialed home. He didn’t want to sedate her with drugs anymore, he didn’t like how she was after, cold and stale, almost lifeless. The phone rang three times before Yoongi picked up. Namjoon winced, he wished it wasn’t Yoongi, he knew how the alpha felt about the omega, but then was he going to call someone else and hide this request behind Yoongi’s back? No, no he wouldn’t. “Hey babe - listen I need a favor and I don’t care which alpha does it - but I need help with my patient.”

“What do you mean Joon?” Yoongi asked, already feeling his mood change for the worse.

“She’s having another episode and this one was my fault.”

“It probably wasn’t your fault Joon, she’s jacked in -”

“I talked about the mental health facility with her and she just started apologizing. I don’t think she was ready to talk about it.”

Yoongi was silent for a moment, he could hear the devastation in his alpha’s voice. He pressed the phone closer to his ear and he could hear her chanting over and over. He made him sad for her, but he needed to be strong for his pack and protect his pack. He let out a sigh. “Joon, it’s not your fault. You’re doing what you need to as a doctor. Whether she likes it or not, she needs mental help. What favor do you need?”

“I need another alpha here to help me with her. Help me calm her down.”

“Joon…” Yoongi grumbled. “We made a deal about the pack being near her.”

“I know, I know. I intended for it to stay how you wanted it - but Jackson is out for the week and I could use the help. She won’t let me near her.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes in annoyance. “I really am against this - I don’t support the special treatment, but if you're requesting help then I won’t deny it. I won’t be volunteering. Hoseok is at work or I’m sure he would be running over there. I’ll see if Jimin will come.”

Namjoon looked over at the omega, she was still curled into a ball, tears were running down her face and the way her eyes were unfocused he knew she was lost in her head. He wished he could hear her thoughts, to know exactly what self torture she was putting herself through.

“Jimin said he will be there soon.” Yoongi spoke as he returned to the phone.

“Thank you Yoongi, I mean it.”

“Don’t thank me, thank Jimin.”

“Still, I appreciate you and how much you care and protect our pack.”

Yoongi gently sighed, not out of annoyance but just to let everything go. “I know. I love you. I’ll see you when you get home.”

“Love you too.”

***

When Jimin arrived she had fallen asleep, curled into a ball on the ground. He could see the tear stains on her cheeks and the discomfort on her face. “You just left her on the floor?” Jimin asked.

“I tried to move her once but she woke up startled and freaked out again.” The doctor sounded defeated as he sat on the floor, resting against the wall across from her. “I shouldn’t have brought it up - I should have just transferred her to the facility and let them take care of her. I really messed up. I don’t know if she will trust me again.”

“Ah, Joon. Don’t do that to yourself.” The smaller alpha walked over to the doctor and squatted down in front of him. “Come on, let's stand up.” He offered his hands, which the doctor took and helped him to his feet. Once they were facing each other, Jimin wrapped his arms around his alpha and pressed his nose into the other’s neck, nuzzling into his skin and pressing gentle kisses on his collar bone.

Namjoon closed his eyes and returned the hug, allowing the other alpha to help melt his troubled thoughts away. “Thank you for coming Jimin.”

“Of course. Thank you for reaching out for help. You normally try to take it all on by yourself. I’m proud of you Joonie.” Jimin pulled back and looked over to the omega. “I’ll take care of her, and you can relax for a little bit in your office.”

The doctor was a little hesitant but after a few moments of staring at each other he nodded his head and disappeared into the other room.

Jimin approached the female on the floor, moving slowly so as to not startle her. He placed a hand on her shoulder and she shot up, pushing him away from her as she tried to scramble away. He noticed her rapid breathing as she curled into a ball, trying to melt into the wall behind her. “Hey, hey - it’s just me, Jimin.” He kept his voice soft as he spoke to her. It took about a minute or two but her breathing calmed down as he kept telling her that she was okay.

Finally, she tilted her head as if she was just starting to hear him. “Jimin?” She questioned.

“That’s right, it’s me. You’re okay now, Angel.” He offered a hand to her, which she took as she slowly curled her body.

“I’ve missed you.” She whispered, allowing him to pull her close.

“Me too, Angel.” He held both of her hands and looked down to her. She still kept her body language small, body curled slightly to protect herself. “Why are you so sad?”

She flinched. “I made Dr. Kim angry at me.” She whispered.

“Why do you say that?”

“He wants to send me away. I don’t want to be sent away. I’m sorry Jimin, I’m so sorry. I’ll be good. I promise I’ll-”

He felt her anxiety rising as her breathing quickened. “Sweetheart, he’s not mad at you.” He cupped her face, making her look up at him. He could see the sadness and confusion. “You’ve been doing so well here, he just thought that maybe you’d do even better at a different facility. You didn’t make him mad - he cares for you very much. He just wants what is best for you.”

“I don’t want to leave.” She whispered as her lip trembled.

“Okay, Angel. We can talk to him about it all.” He started to lead her back to her bed. “Do you want me to get him for you?”

“No!” She replied quickly before her eyes widened at her loudness. “Sorry,” She lowered her voice again. “Not yet please. Just stay with me? Please.”

***

He was kind. So very kind to me. We sat in silence as I played with his hands. They were warm, soft and safe. I thought back to when he touched my face, he was so gentle. Just like Dr. Kim. I frowned at the thought. I would glance up at Jimin often and every time I did - he was looking at me with a smile. I wanted to wrap myself in him and feel safe like this forever. Instead I slowly pulled away and walked over to the window, peeking outside.

The sun was settling, painting the sky in pretty purples, oranges and pinks. “I don’t know who I am. I don’t know the things I like or dislike. I just know when I try to remember it hurts, my brain is on fire and it doesn’t want me to put the pieces together.” I turned to look at Jimin, who was giving me his undivided attention. “I don’t think I’m bad - I don’t feel the urge to be. If I’m good, do you think Namjoon will let me stay?” I turned away from him before he could respond. “The sky is so pretty, and it looks so nice outside - but the creatures are out there, hiding and waiting for me.”

I could hear him shift behind me. “Angel, can you tell me about the creatures?”

I shook my head. “They just come as shadows. They came here one time and I haven’t seen them since. They must be scared of Dr. Kim.” I moved back to the bed and sat with my legs crossed while playing with my fingers. “You’ll have to go soon, won’t you?”

“I’ll stay as long as I can.”

“Is me being here bad?” I asked.

“No, darling.” Dr. Kim’s voice spoke from behind Jimin, it startled me slightly as I felt my body jump.

I looked up at him and frowned. “Then why can’t I stay here?”

“You can, until you’re ready. I shouldn’t have tried to do anything without talking to you first. I should have approached the talk differently and asked if you thought you were ready and I’m sorry for that.”

“It’s okay.” I replied.

“It’s not, I truly am sorry.”

I could feel his sadness and so I wanted to change the topic. “Did you eat dinner?” I questioned both alphas as they shook their heads. “Can we all eat together?”

I could see Dr. Kim lost in thought for a moment and I thought he was going to protest but to my surprise he nodded his head. "I think that would be good. I'd like to get you out of this part of the building and let you explore a little."

I was shocked. Leave the room? My eyes shifted to the double doors that everyone else always walked through. "I-I'm…" I felt a hand land on mine. I snapped my eyes down and followed the hand to see Jimin. He gave me a gentle smile and squeezed my hand.

"I think it will be good for you, Angel. Joonie and I will be there to keep you safe." His smile widened and his eyes turned into crescent moons.

My heart started to beat faster as I felt myself start to smile as well. His happiness was contagious. "Okay, I'll try."

Dr. Kim gave me a smile after I agreed. I thought back to how I reacted to him and I frowned which caused his smile to falter. "Dr. Kim, I'm really sorry for how I reacted."

"No, no, no, sweetheart - please don't apologize. Again it's my fault for not approaching things differently. Also, please feel free to call me Namjoon - I’ve been meaning to tell you that for a while now."

I nodded my head, wanting to test the name on my tongue but held off for now. I looked down to see him offering his hand to help lead me out of the room.. I reached out and grabbed his hand, happy with the warmth of his skin on my own." Okay, let's go eat."

***

Jimin watched her closely as she moved the food around her plate at first. She was wary and he didn’t understand why. Namjoon and himself grabbed the same food as her and she saw them eating. “Angel, what’s wrong?”

“What if there is something in it?” She questioned.

“Here,” Namjoon scooped a bit of her food from her plate and onto his fork. He had the bite in his mouth as she started to protest - worried that he just poisoned himself. “See, nothing bad.” He added after he swallowed down the food.

She stared at him with wide eyes, nervous and waiting for something to happen to him. After a moment, when nothing happened she sighed in relief and took a bite herself. Namjoon had let her put a few pieces of chicken on her plate tonight - ready to move her into some different food as she was getting her strength back to what he deemed would be normal. She ate slowly - savoring the flavors of her food.

“I was thinking that maybe we can go for a walk in the garden.” Namjoon spoke, noticing the omega pause. Due to her reaction he could tell she was excited but also nervous. “Jimin, would you like to join us and then after you and I can head home?”

“That sounds wonderful, would it be okay if I join you both?” He turned his attention to the omega.

“Oh, of course. Please. I would love it if you came with us.”

They finished their dinner shortly after that, the omega basically bouncing on her heels in happiness. It was dark by the time they got outside. She walked between them, holding each of their hands and they quietly moved through the gardens. She smiled as the scent of flowers invaded her senses. She had been smelling the scent of hospital for weeks with the break of something sweet or spicy when Namjoon or his pack members showed up.

They entered a small area that was boxed in by sticky bushes but decorated with the most beautiful assortment of flowers. She found herself slipping her hands away from both males as she approached the purple irises growing nearby. She was happy. Bliss soaked into her body and for once she hadn’t felt a single thread of fear. Her bones filled with warmth and delight. She moved her hands as if they should be holding open a book for herself. Her fingers itched to feel the paper but the words came to her mind quite easily even without the ink being in front of her.

“Sometimes since I've been in the garden I've looked up through the trees at the sky and I have had a strange feeling of being happy as if something was pushing and drawing in my chest and making me breathe fast. Magic is always pushing and drawing and making things out of nothing. Everything is made out of magic, leaves and trees, flowers and birds, badgers and foxes and squirrels and people. So it must be all around us. In this garden - in all the places.”

Namjoon smiled, he knew the quote well, it was in the book he let her borrow. “I see you’re enjoying The Secret Garden.”

She gave him a knowing smile and nodded her head before putting the hands together, as if closing her book, before turning her attention back to all of the flowers. She looked at the world around her as if it were the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.

Namjoon watches Jimin looking at her as if she was the most beautiful thing he has ever seen. “She’s strong. Whatever they do to her, whomever they are, they messed up her mind real bad. But she’s trying to find a way to let us know how she feels when she can’t explain it right. She keeps going and thriving to get better. She wakes up thinking that life is worth living, she finds beauty in it. I’m proud of her.”

Jimin nodded his head. “Me too, Joon.”

“She’s really not half bad.”

“Just a little mad. But that’s okay, right?”

Before Namjoon could respond she whipped around to look at them. “Can we watch the stars for a little bit?”

Namjoon and Jimin smiled at her. “Sure sweetheart.” Namjoon replied.

***

When Jimin and Namjoon returned home Yoongi met them at the couch. “ How is she?”

“Doing better. Thank you again Yoongi.” Namjoon walked over to him and hugged him tightly.

Yoongi hugged him just as tight before pulling back with a sigh. He grabbed a small bag that was on the coffee table and handed it to Namjoon.

“What’s this?” He asked as he started to open the bag.

“While you were both gone, the pack and I talked a lot, in great detail about many things.”

Namjoon pulled a soft short sleeved dress from the bag and he could see other clothes were inside.

“As much as I don’t completely like the idea, I’m willing to give this a shot. So tomorrow after you're done with your shift, bring the omega home.”

“Really?” Jimin asked in a breathy whisper.

Yoongi nodded his head. “Yes, we can go over more details about what is allowed and what behavior draws the line, but for now she can come to our home.”

“Thank you Yoongi. I know this must have been a hard decision for you. Who can I tell her the clothes are from?”

Yoongi looked down, looking a little nervous. “I picked them out and bought them. I tried to pick things that felt nice to start her with.”

Namjoon was shocked to say the least. “Thank you Yoongi.”

He nodded. “I just hope I don’t regret this. Jungkook, Jin and Taehyung all set up the guest room for her. Hoseok also went out and bought some more food for her to be able to eat. I’m off to bed, see you both in the nest.”

#Bts #OT7 X F.Reader #namjoon x reader #jin x reader #taehyung x reader #yoongi x reader #jimin x reader #hoseok x reader #jungkook x reader #find rest for your soul

[borahaerhy]

Dealer ch6

First of Wow. Second of I'm sorry I am a bit late I've been a bit busy but read it as soon as I could. So let's get into it🤭

It was so thrilling, the action and the suspense is amazing. You have me on the edge of my seat every time and this time was no different.

The flashback for jin was truly amazing. I loved the way you introduced it and after I read that I had to put my phone down for a second. It was so well written and it litteraly gave me chills.

I really like your writing style, you always get me sucked into the story and then I can't put my phone down and I can't stop reading. You always have just enough and just to little info and details to keep me on the edge of my seat and to keep me wanting more and more. I can not get enough.

I am really curious to know more about jungkook's backstory. Because when yoongi threw him against the wall he didn't react much. And there have been a few other scenes where you make it know that he doesn't show much emotion. So I'm curious why that is.

Also even though he was not mentioned this chapter, I am still rooting for jimin to join them.

Ow ow and I want yn to kick zeke his ass. I want her to become a full on badass and take revenge on him with yoongi by her side to support her and teach her some fighting and shooting. That would be so cool.

Sorry for my rant I will end it here😅.

Well if it wasn't obvious yet I really love this series, I really loved the chapter and I still think you shoul write a book😁

Thank you for this chapter, I can't wait for the next one (but I will, so take all the time you need) and lots of love😘

DON'T EVER APOLOGIZE! I'm so glad you even take the time out of your day to read it, please don't ever feel like there's a time requirement to read it! It's on the internet forever, so you can read it whenever you like or are able to :))))

JIN'S FLASHBACK GAVE YOU CHILLS???? Damn, I knew that scene was good, but you always find a way to inflate my ego :))

I loved writing that scene, I mean obviously it's terrible and heartbreaking but I've had the idea for it since I started character mapping, and the more I wrote his character, the more it kind of developed on it's own.

And thank you so much, I try my best now to give as little answers while still keeping the questions relevant, I used to write just whatever was on the top of my head, but now that I think through and map out where I want stories to go before I start writing them, I find it's a lot easier to hold that suspense in place, you know?

And both Jungkook and Taehyung have very interesting personalities, and I'm very happy about that. I feel like a lot of fic's (no shade, because it's definitely something every writer has done, myself included) don't really put a lot of thought or depth into anyone but the protagonist and main love interest, but I really wanted them to all have full stories and complex personalities, so the actions they took to help y/n made sense, and wasn't just something thrown together for the sake of the story.

But Jungkook is very interesting, and I'm so glad you're curious to know more!

There will definitely be a Y/n kicks Zeke's ass scene. There's no way around it, she's a badass and he's a lil bitch and there's genuinely no way I could finish this story without that taking place.

Good thing about my new job is that I quite literally have upwards of 6 hours of downtime a night, and so far, I take turns between reading and writing, so I should be uploading more often than I have been in the past!

The next chapter is already mapped out and half written, though tbh I might rewrite it because I'm not in love with it, but with that being said I don't see a reason I shouldn't have it ready to upload within the next week or two!!

Have a lovely day, I hope you're doing well :))))

#fic: dealer #rhy responds #<3

[ryuto12]

I posted 50 times in 2022

41 posts created (82%)

9 posts reblogged (18%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@ryuto12

@rosegardenweek

@illusory-torrent

@wrongmha

@madmanwonder

Bro why did I reblog myself???????????????

I tagged 47 of my posts in 2022

Only 6% of my posts had no tags

#rwby - 38 posts

#blake belladonna - 13 posts

#ruby rose - 12 posts

#yang xiao long - 11 posts

#weiss schnee - 8 posts

#rwby headcanon - 7 posts

#tlok - 4 posts

#jaune arc - 4 posts

#atla - 4 posts

#rwby incorrect quotes - 4 posts

Longest Tag: 55 characters

#that one where chase gets his head bashed into a window

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Yangs hair

Bumbleby is a fun fandom because, unlike most shippers, they'll be calm as hell if the two get a kiss

At least it'll seem calm compared to if Blake touches Yang's hair, which would set the whole damn fandom on fire for fucking months

Thats why Bumbleby fandom in unique, because they explode over small shit like the hug, or the slight hold in the Atlas vault.

So just wait for the big shit, if they don't get a kiss next season hope for a hair touch.

42 notes - Posted August 6, 2022

#4

Kyoshi: Let me get this straight, you liked Hei-Ran?

Kuruk: I fucking loved that women when I was like, i don't know, nineteen?

Kyoshi: And now let me realize that I'm dating her daughter? Your letting me? No protest?

Kuruk: Of course. If I can't pull the mother then your supposed to continue my legacy!

Kyoshi: Hold the fuck up---

Yangchen: He's right.

Kyoshi: What????

Yangchen: I at one point in my life banged Rangi's grandmother. It's a cycle Kyoshi. It's a fucking cycle and you will complete it.

Kyoshi: WHAT

Kuruk: You did? That's awesome!

Yangchen: I even foresee that our future selves will not only marry a fire nation noble, but another will also be a fire prince's best friend, and another will be with a rich fire nation girl.

47 notes - Posted June 3, 2022

#3

#Leteveryonesayfuck

The fact that Tyrian got away with screaming "BITCH" at the top of his lungs, but Glynda wasn't aloud to tell James that he treated everything like a dick length contest, Torchwick wasn't aloud to yell fuck, grandma wasn't aloud to say bitch, and Robyn "vigilante politician" Hill wasn't aloud to say bullshit.

The fact that Robyn was really a T away from it tho.

She's the only character to have almost gotten away with saying shit. No seriously.

Every other character in the show says crap.

And credit to Qrow for being the first one to say damn and even cuss in general.

Credit to literally everyone in the After The Fall book because they say damn like every other four words.

Kudos to Ironwood for saying ass first and Emerald for saying AssES first.

Tyrian said bitch so applaud the man.

And courtesy of @mercuryj15 I have been reminded that Yang said bastard.

And final statement, I named this post after a comment made by @idkwhatimdoingsometimes

51 notes - Posted January 23, 2022

#2

Random RWBY Headcanon's Part Maybe Six

Headcanon and idea time.

Yang and Ruby can have a fully functioning conversation with upwards of seven people at a time all while capturing each other in headlocks, elbowing each other, and full-on boxing matches.

Every time Weiss, Yang, or Ruby even speaks about the trials and tribulations of having siblings Blake becomes a thousand times happier she's an only child.

Blake can drink almost anyone under the table. It's actually just a natural thing due to her being a Faunus but no one else needs to know that.

Weed is legal in Patch but not so much in central Vale, so Yang, Ruby, and a bunch of other Patch kids got very crafty about it.

Every student and teacher alike is aware that every Patch kid has a stash but there so impossible to find it's like a scavenger hunt. If you can actually find a stash then by all means it's all yours because you must have spent weeks trying to find it.

Weiss once offhandedly mentions how much one of her dresses costs and it has orphans Ren and Nora stumbling, not to mention Blake who's spent a few years as a criminal who sets up camp in the woods like Weiss had them cracking inside.

Everyone places bets on a Ruby vs Pyrrha fight that never ends up happening. They just wanna see the young prodigy and the pride of Mistral fight each other that's it.

The dance was far from Jaune's first time in a dress.

68 notes - Posted September 21, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

if Anya grows up

Yeah sure, maybe Spy X Family is just a wholesome ass show about a spy father, assassin mother, and telepath kid.

Eventually that kid grows up tho, and honest to god, what the fuck are you gonna do if a telepath --who weirdly has renowned spy Twlight's intellect and the top assassin Thorn Princess' physical ability-- comes running at you?

What do you even do about that

Like ah shit, Imma try an outsmart her. Nice try bro but she's Twilight's kid, she may have failed all her classes but she's the best tactician in the world and she can read your mind.

What are you gonna do now? Fistfight? Better try amigo but she throws hands rivaling the gods and she knows everything your gonna do the moment you think about it.

Seriously if we get anything with an older Anya, like bro, no one can do anything about her. She is a fucking menace to society and there is nothing anyone can do about that, if you a threat to world peace than say goodbye because your free trial on life has ended

in addition she could probably have Yuri's skills at intimidation too, and then you really have no options

82 notes - Posted August 9, 2022

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[due4amiracle]

Day 450

Hi i’m sick as fuck that’s why i haven’t posted. It’s exhausting just existing. So i haven’t bothered. Bleh. But i’m here.

Listo:

Laundry/cleaning, Reading, Dailies, #TTRPGThings, Watching.

Laundry/cleaning - Laundry being put away, some garbage thrown away! ✔

Reading things - - 2 Ebooks for me, 1 Audiobook for Sir! ...Yea. 192 for the year, 30 for the month! What a great end to the month. - The Invisible Ring (The Black Jewels #4) by Anne Bishop 6%! Probably my least favorite book in the series. Granted, i love each and every book in the series so much this is just my least favorite of them all. - Ruby Fever (Hidden Legacy #6) by Ilona Andrews 100%! 3🌟 Hey look, another hold! Yay, ending the second trilogy. Will we get the third trilogy? Well, time can only really tell. Here’s hoping! - Belladonna (Belladonna #1) by Adalyn Grace 100%! 4🌟 This was quite good, i enjoyed it a lot. - All of Our Demise (All of Us Villains #2) by Amanda Foody & Christine Lynn Herman 100%! 4🌟 What, a hold that came in? Gasp! The duology! It is over! It was fantastic! Little tendrils at the end that left things vaguely open for a side-story or sommat. But yea. - Queen of the Darkness (The Black Jewels #3) by Anne Bishop 100%! 5🌟 (Reread!)  - Heir to the Shadows (The Black Jewels #2) by Anne Bishop 100%! 5🌟 (Reread!)  - Daughter of the Blood (The Black Jewels #1) by Anne Bishop 100%! 5🌟 (Reread!) Well, i felt the need to reread this series. i was going to only do it one book at a time, intersperse it with other books buuut... Yea that didn’t work very well. heh. - Blood Magic (Kait Silver #2) by Laken Cane 100%! 3🌟 Back to Kait~! - A Venom Dark and Sweet (The Book of Tea #2) by Judy I. Lin 100%! 4🌟Yay a hold that came in! i loved the first book and this one was quite good~ - Broken Moon (Kait Silver #1) by Laken Cane 100%! 3🌟i liked this~ UwU♡ ✔✔✔

Dailies - - Waifu Did mah dailies! Also, level 3/50 BP now~! AND! Tree lvl 40/50! Also! 27/43 max friendship namecards acquired! New MONTH! new weeklies! Gem thingy now level 9/10! ♡ω♡✔ So yea. haven’t really been playing because of my computer and also being sick. So. That’s kinda sad. But. Yea know. It is what it is.

#TTRPGThings - Well, did a Creepy News Post. Still plotting. Still planning. Ya know. ✔

Watching things - - SAO Alicization: Season 2 - Episode 1/12! - Vancouver by Night: Season 1 - Episode 10/19! - New York by Night: Season 1 - Episode 8/8! Well, season 1 is over, we have our cast for the second season (yay some beautiful returning faces!) and... we have a FULL ASS MONTH TO WAIT ahhhh! It’s ok. - 100 Club: Episode 5/??! Behind again. Is ok.

Other things - Daily Diarrhea Diary - Decent. CPAP timer - 6.6 0.6 Last night was the first night i wore it in a few days, i’ve got a wicked URI going on. Yes i’ve tested for the Bad C, i’ve tested negative. It’s allergies that have morphed. i’m currently whispers/soft raspy speech only. This happened back in Spring. Spring and Fall are both my allergy seasons. Skipped shower last weekend, i miss it. Too sick bleh. Gonna happen this weekend. Rescheduled my appointment yesterday for next week. Gonna try to do tomorrow’s early ass ridiculousness, will have Sir’s backup. i tried talking to the nurse on the phone to confirm the appointment tomorrow and they didn’t even hear anything let alone hear enough for a “hello are you there?” whew. Phones don’t pick up whispers very well - unless they’re creepy ghost whispers. i, unfortunately, cannot do creepy ghost whispers. So. Ya know.

Food: A Liquid: A Pain: C Brain: C

Tomorrow: Laundry/cleaning, Reading, Dailies, #TTRPGThings, Watching.

Ever Onwards and Upwards!

#Multiple Sclerosis #ADHD #OCD #Arthritis #Spoonie #Daily #TTRPGThings #CPAP #Ruby Fever (Hidden Legacy 6) by Ilona Andrews #Belladonna (Belladonna 1) by Adalyn Grace #All of Our Demise (All of Us Villains 2) by Amanda Foody & Christine Lynn Herman #Blood Magic (Kait Silver 2) by Laken Cane #The Black Jewels by Anne Bishop #Food: A #Liquid: A #Pain: C #Brain: C #sick #uri #laryngitis #appointment #hip pain #migraine #joints ache #aches and pains #brain fog #exhausted #overwhelmed

[anakinthetrashking]

In which Kamet sums up my exact feelings on Eugenidies

[image description: a small screenshot from the book Thick as Thieves reading: "What a piece of work he was. I don't know why I like him as much as I do." End description]

#tqt #the queen's thief #queen's thief #kamet #kamet kingnamer #eugenides #attolis #attolis eugenides #mwt #megan whalen turner #why is this a screenshot and not a picture of my book? #well its bc i was enjoying the weather and didn't want to have to get the book from my room #so i borrowed it from the library again and read it on my phone #you can tell that theres a new book in the series bc The Thief is on hold for 26weeks #the other books also have wait times upwards of 6 weeks #thank goodness i read them for the first time in January #also‚ youre welcome‚ people who use my library‚ its bc of me that the contract for the ebook was renewed #months ago and not now whilw youre waiting #i checked them out a couple times before buying my own copies 😅 #although i imagine it might need to be renewed again haha

[prelovednikaidou]

corrupt; draken, ken ryuguji [01]

Summary:

In which you met the man of your past, but he didn't come back to remind you of the bitter break-up. Draken had one thing in mind and it was to never let you leave his side ever again. Distance made the heart grow fonder but he'd rather let you spend the rest of your life hating him if it meant you'd never leave his sight.

"I don't wish you well when you ain't with me, I want you crying."

Warning:

mention of suicide, oral receiving (reader),

a/n: taglist are open up to 10 users! comment '☁️'

Word count: 2.1k

series masterlist

[01: jealousy]

Draken wanted to take you away.

The curves of your spine, flowing down to the slope of your well-rounded bottom flesh, he watched the symmetrical dimple right above your butt - mocking him that those precious intimate spots were no longer his possession to own.

It wasn't only him who shared the same thought; everyone in this crowded room had their eyes glued on you. As if you were holding those guests captive, you felt immense pressure on your feet and thighs, quivered before you wrapped your leg around the shining pole.

Spinning, spinning, spinning.

Those blinding lights showered your sweating figure in all fairness, the sound of Abel's voice had long dimmed down, it meant that your show was done. It was silent in a minute,

lifting your face - your lips curled into a hunting smile and the room soared with cheers, crumpled money tossed across the stage, but your sense of content was suppressed by the overwhelming tension.

A pair of black pupils were starring at you - pinning you to where you stood. He was among the crowd, all in his glory without care but you. You felt something burst inside your chest, unable to tear your focus from him.

This longing for him is toxic.

Flashes of memories where those sober eyes bore into yours when he pumped his fat cock into your tight cunt until his thick cum over spilled, the same eyes that once shone with so much love but turned cold.

"Dollface!"

A shout from backstage startled you from your daze, another coworker came up and escorted you down, assisting you to take off the painful high heels.

"What's with you?" She threw a curious stare your way.

You still couldn't wrap your mind. He was there. Flesh and soul, presented in front of you. It was a brief eye contact but it was enough. Enough to tell you that he was coming back for you.

It had been years since the two of you chose to split up, making your paths without each other's companion.

"I, I've got to go. I forgot that I locked the windows, my cat's probably waiting for me. He's been out for 3 days so he's starving I think. Y'all can continue without me,"

You stood but your knees turned weak at the sudden arrival of him, standing by the door. A few steps taken back, you lost all rationality to stay calm because your heart thumped loudly.

Standing tall on his 6' ft, athletic and young Draken was nowhere to be seen but replaced - with a mature adult man that induced everything he carried into lust.

The robust body looked incredibly fit, lean, and you could see the strong outlines of his defined chest and abdominal muscles from the black shirt. If it was years ago, those leather jackets wouldn't suit him - he'd look like those up-start wannabe gangsters.

But it was different now. It clung to his broad shoulders perfectly, he wasn't as cheap as those local pranksters. The dark jeans also did little job in hiding his long legs. He was indeed a member of a gang; eerie and cruel - but he had never look this good that you want to fuck.

Draken's presence was enough to brush away every man in the room that you belonged to him. Your little admirers couldn't even look at him in the eyes, let alone make up a fight.

They left with a strong sense of defeat; no wonder you never once accept any confessions, turned out you have such a man waiting.

"Why is he here? This area is off-limits. Only staff is allowed. Naoki, guide him out." You forced yourself to mutter those words, uncaring to look at him with your back facing him.

Naoki sighed, this man literally slipped $750 under the table just to meet you. Those incompetent flies who claimed to love you didn't even spare this much effort. She only signaled him to step in before she whispered to you,

"Remember the guy I told you? The one that booked a whole session for your private room? He's that guy. It's just that he arrived a little early than the arranged meeting but it'll be great if you can build a connection with him."

You glared back, "Then send him back. We still have a week before that, right? I'm tired. I can't keep up with this," You pushed off her hand from your shoulder, began to take off your wig. His eyes were still the same; always undressing you naked.

Naoki could only grit her teeth, the money already landed in her pocket. What if he asked it back? She can't let such a great deal slip so she greeted him,

"She's a bit tired from the recent show. How about we push this to tomorrow? She's got free time on her hand to rest too." At least, this would do, right?

"If I have so much time on my hands, I wouldn't have come a week early. So you guess it yourself." His voice has changed too. It was an octave lower, you immediately rubbed your thighs together before you waved a hand.

"Haaa... leave us, Naoki. But I need you to go to my house. I wasn't joking about what I said earlier."

Naoki hurriedly nodded, clutching to her pocket before her eyes warily darted from Draken to you. Is this a couple feud? She noted in her head that she'd help this guy soon in the future - who doesn't want easy money?

"Okay, I will. Sir...? Err.. hope you have a pleasant chat with Dollface. I will excuse myself then ." The hindrance in Draken's eyes finally left the room, the door closed in a thump and the subtle tension thickened.

He didn't say anything, only leaned his body by the door as he watched you wiped off your makeup. This was his morning view back when you were still wet behind ears about pole dancing. You'd come back at the crack of drawn and he'd already been out to his workshop.

"Dollface."

Stubborn like a little cat, your doe eyes didn't look up from your make-up bag and he could see through your act to be so busy. He loved how feisty you've become after years. It eased his heart that you could chase off those little shit.

"It suits you, [Y/N]. Face so pretty like a doll. Make one's heart itch to keep around. But I wonder why the name sounds so familiar."

"State your business. I'm heading home straight after this so don't expect a lap dance or something."

"Then that's the plan. I'll drive you home, eh?"

That damn 'eh'. He picked up your habit too well that the time he spent with you shaped him into copying your habit. It sounded cute but your heart still couldn't forgive him. Let him suffer a little.

"Don't need to. My boyfriend is great at doing his job. So do me a favor and let me rest quickly, how about that?"

Now, you were looking at him through the mirror. It was just too hard for you to muster yourself to face him directly. Draken didn't seem shaken. He stood straightly, you clenched your thighs tighter.

"Have I ever been quick in everything when I'm with you, [Y/N]?" His towering figure gawked over your smaller frame - casting his shadow over you as his sharp facial features caught your attention.

"Can't remember. Maybe? Because I said it just now almost like a reflex." You replied, not backing down but instead, squaring up to him that your ample breasts brushed against his torso.

His cologne didn't smell like the tacky, cheap body spray he used to own. This one smelled so expensive, alienated your memory of his familiar scent.

"Now you're getting older, your memory is getting rusty, dollface. Should I put on a play and see if you can call anything in mind?" You felt your breath became heavier but he didn't let you lose your focus yet.

Your chin was tugged upwards, the shadow of his cap cast upon his face and you remembered now; it was his eyes. Because he wasn't vocal about his feelings, you could understand everything from his eyes.

"You've grown softer, Draken. I almost threw up listening to you talk like this. What, are you changing jobs now? Don't tell me you went from a gangster to a con artist."

No, you were lying to yourself. Draken didn't change but improved. Change can be something bad but he never did anything that would bring him down. He just got better.

And it was true when the velvety touch on your beating pulse suddenly moved to your lips before he squished your cheeks in his hand.

"Fucking hot as hell but so damn annoying." He laughed, the light from his eyes never return, only replaced by a wicked glint.

He wanted to take you to his place, fuck you in his bed until you couldn't walk properly so he'd have more reasons to keep you at his place. He wanted to swallow you whole and he barely even started but why was it so damn hard to have you?

"Don't dare to think of anything nasty. You might not care about commitment in a relationship, but I do. So take your hands off me, Draken."

"Kenie. It's Kenie for you."

Your lips were so plump and wet, his other arm wrapped around your waist - hoisting you up to his body before he leaned by the dresser.

You shrieked when his scalding hot palm touched your naked back and as he untied the strings of your bra, he smiled at your face as he said,

"Do you think I'm going to believe that, dollface? Do you really think I don't know that this pussy hasn't been fucked well for months? I have eyes across this ward. You don't get to fool me."

Heat rose to your face, your small hands pushed on his shoulders, "You're still up in my business? Sounds like someone can't fucking move on."

He nodded, ripping off your lacey bralette and his big hands began to palm your heavy breast - carelessly rubbing your nipple with his thumb. You fought the urge to moan, you hold onto his shoulder for dear strength.

"You're right. I can't move on." Your breath hitched, he nuzzled his face to the column of your neck, inhaling so deep, and wrapped his arms tightly around your body. He missed you so much. So much that if you ran away again, he'd just kill himself.

"I fucked my fist thinking of you. I got this hard just by thinking of you. I'm not ashamed of it."

"That's your problem, Draken. I'm not you. I'm living my best life right now, and sorry that I can still cum just with my fingers."

"That's my girl," He pushed you until your back met the concrete wall, your eyes widened when he took off his cap and put it on you before he dropped to his knees.

"I am aware of your appetite, [Y/N]. You won't be happy with such a small meal. You always keep coming back to have your tight pussy stuffed. Even when we were living together, you couldn't stop begging my dick every night."

"What the hell are you talking about-" You pushed his forehead away from your private part, one hand covering your pussy but he gripped the side of your hips - bringing you straight to his mouth.

"I don't care if you use me as your favorite Cherry Twins. But don't deny that I made you cummed the hardest when I was in your life, dollface."

Your eyes became misty, his words just flew through your head - empty when his mouth latched on your clothed crotch, lapping on the small fabric that the nudge of his tongue probed on your budding clit.

Cherry Twins were the name he gave to your vibrators. Since he was always out when you were at home, he'd make you use them to your greedy cunt - even made a video call so he could jerk off in the public restroom.

You were wild, but he taught you to live even wilder.

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[nansheonearth]

2021 Women's Festivals on The Land (of Michfest)

The text below is from a festie's facebook post. Know that different events have different policies on who can attend so make sure you check first before buying tickets if you prefer a female only event:

SUMMER EVENTS ON THE LAND IN 2021:

Summer is just around the corner; can you feel it yet? The gentle breeze moving through the leaves on the trees, the soft whisper of the ferns rustling as you move through them and the sweet smell of the morning as the sun starts to rise. We can’t wait to see you when you come Home to The Land in just a few short months!

While we know the pull of The Land is strong, we are also reminded that this past year has been impossibly difficult for so many of us and that tough decisions have had to be made. We are saddened to share the announcement that Welcome Home Week has made a tough business decision to cancel their event due to lagging ticket sales. As of this writing, there are still five GREAT events planned for this summer, with many opportunities for you to get grounded and get back to The Land. It is so important to recharge now with time in community and with nature, after a crazy year riddled with pandemic-related uncertainty and isolation. We need each other now more than ever, and the event organizers and WWTLC need you to now let your actions match your intentions. If you plan on joining us on The Land this summer, we urge you to now book your tickets for one of the remaining five events NOW so we can plan accordingly.

Many of you may be waiting for more information about COVID protocols before purchasing your tickets. While this is still a bit of a moving target, WWTLC is committed to following all CDC and Michigan state guidelines about health and safety. The current guidelines for large outdoor gatherings require folks to mask up in community areas and to maintain social distancing practices. We will collect information at the front gate for contact tracing, do temperature checks before allowing entry and participants can volunteer information about their vaccination status. (It is so nice to know so many of us are now vaccinated and we hope the numbers keep trending upwards!) We will have LOTS of hand sanitizer available and handwashing will be prioritized, as it is during a non-pandemic year. We will also provide an isolation/holding tent area for anyone who becomes symptomatic and we are investigating having COVID tests on site as well. More to come as information is available and decisions are made.

The time is NOW to secure your spot(s) at this summer’s planned events so we can design the summer appropriately given the correct number of attendees. Please visit https://wwtlc.org/summer-2021/ for information about how to purchase tickets to the event that best aligns with your interest and schedule:

JULY 6-11: SERENITY AND SOBRIETY ON THE LAND: A WEEK OF RECOVERY IN THE WOODS

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JULY 20-25: BIG MOUTH GIRL – GATHERING ON THE LAND

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JULY 26-30: WOMEN’S PERFORMANCE INITIATIVE (WPI) FESTIVAL ON THE LAND / BMG+

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AUGUST 3-8: SINGING AND PLAYING ON THE LAND, 2021

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AUGUST 10-15: MYSTICAL WOMXN’S MAGIC FEST

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Sisters, please take action TODAY. Let's get attendance and participation levels up, so that the ability to gather on The Land is sustainable for Event Organizers and for WWTLC.

Thank you! Hope to see you in the ferns!

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[agirlwhoisaphantom]

To Build a Home - Bucky Barnes x Pregnant!Reader

To Build a Home - Bucky Barnes x Pregnant!Reader

Summary: Going baby shopping should be a great idea? Right? But things take a turn. You share a cute moment with Bucky as you read the pregnancy book he claims he bought for you. This ends with a moment with you and Bucky in the baby room.

Word Count: 3400

Warnings: Fluff, also a hint of insecurities and thinking about the past. Pregnant!Reader

a/n: This is Part 2 to my one shot. Read part one “Turning Page- Bucky Barnes x Reader” Anyhow, Part two will be taking place when you are 6 months pregnant. You and Bucky get a little bit of help from some friends. Also, I would like to apologize for the first section of this, it might hurt a bit.

Five months later

Blue, Pink, Red, Purple, you could see every color of the rainbow on all four store walls.

Steve thought it was a great idea for you, Wanda, and Bucky to go to a baby store. You and Wanda were so excited to go and look at baby items. Meanwhile, Bucky's face was blank as a ghost. Even though it has been five months since him finding out you were pregnant, it still catches him by surprise that he'll be a dad in a couple of weeks.

In the store, Bucky and Steve were together looking at furniture since they were the 'strong one' out of the group. Meanwhile, you and Wanda were looking at baby clothes, plushies, blankets, and decorations. Without hesitation, you gravitated more towards the boy section than the girl section. Even though you and Bucky wanted to wait until they were born to find out their gender, deep down, you knew they are a baby boy. The first thing you get is a pair of suspender top and bottom set that came with a bowtie. The shorts were the color khaki and the shirt was light blue. You turn to Wanda to show her what you found. "Look what I found for him." your heart filled with joy and happiness. You had a soft smile on your face.

Wanda grabs the piece that you were holding and places it against your stomach "he is going to look handsome" she smiled and scrunched her nose. She was truly happy for you and glad that you picked her to help you throughout this journey.

Across the store, where the furniture was located, Bucky and Steve were looking at furniture. Bucky was tense; he wasn't sure if he wanted to be there looking at baby items. He stared at the same baby crib for the past 3 minutes when Steve notices that he wasn't doing anything "hey, is everything alright?" he pauses to place his hand on Bucky's shoulder. "I know this is new to you and something you least expected to happen. But you deserve this."

Bucky started to shake his head, and slowly tears form in his eyes "are you sure about this, Steve?" his voice gets small and shaky. "Just a decade ago, I was murdering people without my own will. Do I deserve this happiness? What if they don't like me because of my past?" His lips were trembling as if he were to let out a sob- but he never did. His nose twitched as his mouth suddenly became agape, and he drew in a breath of air sharply, turning his neck towards the entrance. He started to pull on the sleeve of his left arm, trying to cover his metal hand. "I can't do this. I need to get out of here" He rushes out of the furniture section towards the store's entrance.

Wanda notices that Steve and Bucky were walking fast out of the store. Steve gives her a look and holds up a finger. She tried reading his mind to see what was going on, but all she caught was "give me a moment to calm him down, he had a panic attack" she had a concerned look on her face, but she knew Steve would be able to handle it.

You notice that Wanda had a concerned look on her face as she wasn't paying attention to what you were saying. "Wanda, are you okay?" a frown formed on your face as you were looking around the store looking for Bucky. He was gone. "Where is he?" you raise your voices a bit. "Wanda, where is he?" you were demanding her to give you an answer. She points towards the entrance. You gave her the clothes that you were holding. You sped walk towards the door.

Outside of the store, Bucky was sitting on the floor, knees by his chest, heavy breathing, hiding his face from the outside world. You could hear Steve trying to calm him down, telling him things that would usually calm him, but this time it was different. Steve notices that you were there and gets near you to hug you. He leans forward "are you sure about this? I tried everything I could. He hasn't been able to calm down," he whispers into your ear. Letting go of his hug, you have a brief smile and a nod. He walks back to the store to find Wanda and let her know what is happening.

You kneel, placing your hands on his knees. You were now able to hear how heavy he was breathing. “Bucky?” you slowly move your thumb against his knee, trying to calm him down “what’s wrong, my love? What’s going on?” he lifts his head and looks at you, his face red and his eyes puffy from the crying he had been doing for the past couple of minutes. Moving your hand from his knee, you place it on his cheek, wiping the tears from his face using your thumb. “hey, hey, Bucky, it’s okay” Your eyebrows knit together. You hated seeing him like this.

“I don’t deserve this happiness, not after everything I’ve done” his lips were quivering, his voice became small “they aren’t going to like me. I’m just a monster.” tears falling down his cheeks. He pulls you in, holding you, wrapping his arms around you. He was sobbing on your shoulder. Now the material of your shirt was soaking wet. “I’m sorry. I’m so-“

You interrupt him. “James, what you did. That wasn’t you, that was never you. One thing I’ll tell you is that you deserve every little inch of happiness; you deserve to be happy.” You take a pause holding him tighter and trying to stop your voice from being shaky. “I know this is scary. I’m scared as well. But one thing I know for sure is that even though we will try to be the perfect parents in the world, we aren’t going to be, and that’s okay. They are going to love us and our imperfections” you gently pull away, still holding him in your arms, you softly press your lips against his forehead to calm him down.

You held him for a couple of minutes. You wanted to make sure that he was okay. There was silence between the two of you, but you didn't mind. Within minutes, his heartbeat slowed, and he started to breathe normally. He turns his head, giving you a brief kiss on your cheek. “I appreciate you so much, doll” he takes a big gulp before continuing talking. “Should we ditch them and go somewhere else?” a soft giggle escapes his mouth. “I’m kidding. Let’s go and pick things for our little one.”

With your sleeve, you wipe the tears from his face. He grabs your wrist and stops you from continuing. He brings the palm of your hand and softly kisses it, then he lets go of it, so you can continue.

As he was getting up, he helped you get up as well. He was grabbing your hand and pulling you upward. Every little move that he has done with you, he has tried his best not to hurt you.

You both stood outside holding one other for a couple of minutes until you were able to notice that Bucky’s face didn’t look like he had been crying for the past couple of minutes.

Once you walked into the store, it was fast to locate Steve and Wanda, as Steve had a pile of clothes over his shoulder, a mixer of girl and boy clothes. And Wanda with a cart full of baby items. “Are you sure we are having a baby and not them?” you and Bucky were in synch “jinx, no, you jinx.” you both said that once again. This caused you and him to laugh out loud. Wanda turns around and rushes with the cart in your direction. She seemed like a little kid showing their parents the toy she had just found. Steve was getting the clothes that were on his shoulder, placing them all in his arms.

Once Wanda was near you, her face lit up as bright as a firework. “I and Steve both agreed that for this trip, we are buying all of this plus whatever you guys want.” Wanda was breathing heavily, trying to catch her breath “consider this as an early baby shower gift” she starts pulling out items from the cart and showing you her favorite items. Once Steve got to where you all were, he dumps the pile of clothes in the cart. “Steve! I was still showing her thing” she rolled her eyes, and this made Bucky and Steve laugh.

Steve looks at Bucky. “I’m guessing you are feeling better, aren’t you” Bucky gives him a brief smile and nods.

You grab Bucky’s hand and start to walk towards the furniture section. You pointed at a white three-in-one convertible crib “Honey, We should get this one” your voice was small yet soft with sparkles in your eyes. A smile formed on his face, and he nodded in agreement. Anything that you liked, he would usually like it as well.

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What a long day today was, you thought to yourself. You were now home resting. Wanda, Steve, and Bucky made sure to put everything away in the baby room. 

Every little chance that Bucky gets, he can't keep his hands off of your stomach. He wanted to be there for everything, the first kick, the first movement they ever make. He didn't want to miss anything.

You were sitting on the bed, back against the headboard, reading a pregnancy book that Bucky decided to buy for you. He bought it for himself since he wanted to be prepared for everything that might happen. But he is too stubborn to admit it, so he bought the book for you. 

Bucky was sitting right next to you, laying his head on your right shoulder, trying to read along to what you might be on. His right hand placed on your stomach, moving in a circular motion.  

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Around 18 weeks of pregnancy, your little one hears their very first sounds. By 24 weeks, those little ears are rapidly developing. Your baby's sensitivity to sound will improve even more as the weeks pass. 

"Did you know that he can hear you already?" you asked. You were looking down at him, and his ocean blue eyes were looking back at you. You pointed to the location where it stated that they were able to hear at certain weeks. 

With a small smile on his face and his left eyebrow risen "he? I think they are a girl" he giggles a little "but if my baby girl says we are having a boy, then I believe it's time for me and him to have a one-on-one talk" he leans in forward to kiss you on your cheek. 

He slow removes the blanket that was covering your stomach and kisses your stomach, placing his right hand on your lower stomach. “hey, I don’t think mommy can hear us,” he was whispering while looking up to you. You had a smile on your face while you shacked your head. “I can’t wait to have you in my arms, little Leo” he pauses for a moment and has the biggest smile on his face, “When you grow up, I’m going to tell you so many stories about my adventures with your uncle Steve and uncle Sam. I can’t forget about those stories with your beautiful, strong, amazing mommy” He looks up at you with a smirk on his face. You started running your fingers through his hair, feeling how soft it was. “Leo, could you believe it that right now, the world is a crazy place to be at? But at this moment, you are safe in there. Mommy and daddy will always keep you safe. No matter what happens, we will always protect you.”

He moves back to where he was resting his head on your shoulder, not moving his right arm from where it was located. “How was your talk with baby-“you pause for a moment, trying to process what just happened. “Leo?”

Bucky looks at you, slightly shaking his with left eyebrow rose. It looked like he had a soft disappointed face. “Doll, you weren’t supposed to listen to me and him having a boy talk” he stops shaking his head, and gradually a smile on his face started to form. “Yeah, Leo. I’ve always liked the name Leo” he paused, and a small frown started to show. “You don’t like it. If you don’t, we can-“

Pressing your lips against his forehead, you interrupt him. You knew what he was going to say “No, I love the name, Leo.” It seemed like he had read your mind. That was the name that you had a plan on naming your future baby boy. Removing your lips against his skin and a soft giggle escapes your lips “so are you planning on telling him about your little rolling over with Sam that one time?”

Bucky looks up to you, and he had an offended look on his face. “I’m certainly not telling him that,” he pauses to place his head back on your shoulder. “There are things he doesn’t need to know, and that is one of them.”

Out of a sudden, you can feel a sharp pain on your lower stomach where Bucky’s hand was placed. This caught him by surprise. “Did Leo just kick?” you can feel the excitement from his voice. You giggled a little in agreement “he kicks hard, aww, he is a strong boy. Just like his daddy” his voice went high pitched as he was talking towards your stomach.

Minutes pass by from the last time they kicked, and Bucky felt every little kick they did. It pained you but seeing him and the reaction he had on his face. The amusement written all over Bucky’s face was worth it, the pain they caused you. You have always thought of naming your baby girl Rebecca. You have liked that name for years. Also, you knew how close Bucky was to his sister, and you wanted her to be named by someone he holds dear to his heart.

You take a deep breath, unsure if you wanted to say anything. “Honey, if we have a baby girl. What are your thoughts on the name Rebecca?” you tense up a little, not knowing what other words to say. “I know how much your sister meant to you, and I just thought that-“

Bucky looks up at you and places his hand on the back of your head, pulling in you. Pressing his lips against yours, he gently and carefully kissed you. Pulling away from your lips, he had the biggest smile on his face. “Doll, I love that” He moves his hand from the back of your head to your lower stomach once again. “Rebecca isn’t allowed to date until she is 30,” he laughs, scrunching his nose. He loved that you considered naming her Rebecca. Bucky never thought about naming her that. He slowly moves his hand in circular motions. “Our little princess is going to be such a beautiful little girl, just like her mom.”

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“Come on, cyborg, use your metal arm. You have it there for a reason.”

“Do you think that most of the time I remember that I have a metal arm? I’m fucking right-handed, Sam, not left-handed.”

“I swear to god if you guys wake her up. I am going to quit. Buck finish building the crib, and Sam paint the wall.”

Suppose the walls couldn’t be any thinner. You could hear Sam, Bucky, and Steve arguing in the room next door. You lay in bed for a couple of more minutes just listening to them. You were covering your mouth, trying your best not to burst into laughter. Before getting up, you took big breaths trying to control your laughter.

As you were opening the door, you notice Steve leaving the baby room. “See what you both idiots did? You woke her up” he sounded annoyed and irritated. He walks into the kitchen, grabbing his cup of coffee that he left on the counter. “Good morning, did you sleep well last night?” He takes a sip of coffee, placing his full attention on you.

You had the biggest grin on your face, and you tried to compose yourself, making sure you didn’t laugh. “I slept great. What are you guys doing at 9 am” you walk to the kitchen opening the fridge and gathering the ingredients to make a sandwich.

“What do you mean what we both did? It was all- oh” Bucky notices that you were awake preparing yourself food. He gets near you and wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you closer so he can give you a brief kiss on your head. “Good morning, doll. I’m sorry if we woke you up” he takes the sandwich that you prepared and takes a bite out of it.

Watching him take a bite from the sandwich you had prepared yourself made you a bit upset. You crossed your arms and walked away with the sandwich he just bit. “First, he wakes me up, and then he takes a bite of my sandwich.” you thought to yourself. You had a frown on your face.

Steve looks in Bucky’s direction continuing drinking the last bit of his coffee with his eyebrows lifted. Then it clicked to Bucky that he had messed up, so he quickly turns around and prepares another sandwich. He opens the fridge and grabs your favorite chocolate, and speed walks in your direction. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have taken a bite” he hands you the sandwich he prepared and the chocolate “here you go, doll. I’m going to go finish up the crib.” He points to the direction of the bedroom.

Before he could walk away from you, you grab his wrist “can I come help with whatever you guys might be doing” you knit your eyebrows together and push your bottom lip forward, making a pouty face. “Please” you knew that he couldn’t say no to you when you did this facial expression.

He takes your hand and starts walking to the bedroom. You see Sam on a ladder with a paint roller in his hands “sorry, we woke you up” you go near him and hand him the sandwich that Bucky made for you “thank you, you didn’t have to make this for me.” he gave you a brief smile.

Bucky had a blank stare, and his facial expression read ‘really.’ You giggled a little “I didn’t make it. Bucky did,” you whisper and placed your hand on your cheek, trying to cover your lips and from what you were going to say next “so if it tastes bad, that’s why,” you whispered and scrunched your nose.

“I heard that” Bucky sounded annoyed and had a frown formed on his face.

This made you and Sam laugh for a couple of minutes.

You walk towards Bucky wrapping your arms around him and getting on your toes to kiss him on his chin. “You know I’m just messing with you.” Still pressing your lips against his skin, “You are an amazing cook, and your sandwiches are always going to be my favorite” a little smile formed on your face while your lips were still pressed on his skin.

You walk towards the dresser where a bag full of baby clothes was at and you start organizing them by pajamas, formal, underwear, casual category.

Sam and Steve both left to take a mini-break. But Bucky, he stayed with you, he wanted to make sure that you were safe, and if you needed anything, he would be there for you. Looking through the bag, you found the pair of suspender top and bottom set that came with a bowtie. You turn around to showed Bucky the little outfit. “Honey, look, Leo is going to look so adorable in this” you place the outfit against your stomach.

He had a smirk on his face and nodded. You couldn’t wait till the day comes where you can hold them in your arms.

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[flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash]

Irresistible Danger - Part 51

Synopsis:  After being caught outside the compound on your own, Negan decides to punish you in the best way possible ;)

Words: 3,279

Warnings: nsfw, smut, swearing

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Author’s Note: Holy crap, can y’all believe I dove back into writing this fic after almost two years with no updates?! I’m still shook over it haha. I will say that this fic has gone way off canon at this point (I haven’t watched the last few seasons of the show and also didn’t finish the last few issues of the comics). However, I’ve had a vision for certain characters and events for the last how many years, so I don’t plan to change them just to try and fit canon. I also now realize that while I tried to make “you” as nondescript as possible, there are physical traits and actions of her character that haven’t been as inclusive of all potential readers as I had thought when first starting the fic 5 years ago. I apologize for that, and plan to be more aware of those things with any reader characters I write in future fics. My plan is to post a chapter update every Friday from here on out, until it’s over, so fingers crossed I can accomplish that. Enjoy! :D

Cloud Nine

You surfaced from the depths of sleep slowly, rather than the more abrupt jolt to consciousness that usually started off your days. Feeling cozy and relaxed, a slight smile tipped your lips in contentment. It didn’t take long to realize that the reason for your positive mood was the large, warm body with which you were currently sharing the tiny, twin-sized bed.

Eyes blinking open, you took in the delightful sight of masculine bare skin. You were curled up against Negan’s side, cheek cushioned on his chest and both legs were wrapped around his nearest thigh. The bedsheet was pulled up over your back and ended teasingly right above his hips. One of your hands lay palm-down on his stomach, fingers twitching slightly in delight at the feel of the hard muscles beneath the soft skin. You could tell from the curve of his body that he was sitting with his back reclined against the rickety headboard. You might’ve found his positioning odd, but you were still a little hazy from sleep and so could only feel happiness at not waking up to an empty bed, like last time. 

You were on cloud nine after talking things out with him last night. Being able to work through a conflict together had been major progress, and you had been proud of yourself for laying down your boundaries regarding your here-to-stay friendship with Ben, as well as standing your ground regarding the situation with Trixie and the pregnancy test. It was important that Negan learn to trust you when it came to situations such as those, and it seemed as though that message had finally gotten through to him last night. 

The fact that he had even come to your room and taken the huge step of apologizing for his hasty reaction still had you a bit in shock. The evening had panned out much differently than your original plan of going to bed angry. Instead, you had gone to bed very satisfied, and then woken up next to the man who was very quickly becoming essential to your daily happiness.

He must’ve felt you shift against him, one hand coming down to rub your bare shoulder as he gave a soft, “Mornin’, doll.” 

His raspy morning voice sent tingles down your spine, even as your brain fought to stay awake. It still felt way too early to be sitting up and conversing, so instead of returning the greeting, you buried closer into his side and grumbled, “What time is it?” The words were muffled against his skin, nose pressed into his chest hair as you inhaled the glorious male scent of him. 

You felt him lean over towards the side table. He must’ve been checking your watch, because he replied, “‘Bout 6:50.”

“Jesus Christ.” 

“Language.” 

“Hmph. Do you always get up so early?”

“It’s more productive than sleeping half the day away and being late to everything.” 

That got more of a response, as you finally lifted your head to glare up at him for the jab. However, he didn’t notice, as he was too focused on the book held in front of him. It was then that you realized why he was sitting up in bed, a smirk crossing your face at the novel he had open and was intensely reading. You felt a spark of desire low in your belly, the sight of a sleep-tousled and naked Negan lounging in your bed while reading Harry Potter an unexpected, but welcomed, aphrodisiac.

“Thought you didn’t read ‘fucking kid books’?” you sarcastically asked, quoting back his initial description of the series. 

You received only a low grunt in response, his eyes not leaving the page. You weren’t offended, since you’d probably react the same way to someone trying to interrupt a reading of Harry Potter. In fact, you were a bit jealous that he got to experience the magical world for the first time. His curiosity must’ve gotten the better of him when he saw it lying on your bedside table, and it appeared as if he had already read a small chunk of it. 

He didn’t seem to notice you staring, his attention still focused on the book. In fact, he held the page a scant few inches from his face, eyes squinted into slits. The sight was a tad humorous, though you wondered how long he had been struggling to see the words. 

“I thought you needed glasses to read?” you asked. 

“Fuck, you always so full of questions this early in the morning, doll?”

You pinched his side hard enough to make him jump and growl out another expletive, before giving him a saccharine smile and lifting a brow expectantly when he glared down at you.

Attention finally taken off the book, he reached over and plopped it down on the side table before rubbing his eyes with both palms. “I do. Felt like it took me a fucking hour to get through that last page.”

The fact that he had continued trying to read and hadn’t easily given up, despite his struggle to see the words, told you more than anything how much he must’ve been enjoying the novel. A warm thrill settled in your chest at the thought of him taking an interest in something he usually wouldn't bother with simply because you enjoyed it. 

The warm thrill morphed into more of a low heat and traveled down your body as your gaze refocused on his bare skin. Moving the hand on his stomach upward over his chest, your fingertips traced the outline of the tattoo on his left pec.

“What prompted you to get this?” you asked, curious if there was a meaning behind the skull and criss-crossed rifles.

Giving a low chuckle, he replied, “Youth and stupidity.” 

Giving a huffed laugh in return, you trailed curious fingers over to the other tattoos on his arms, inquiring about each one as you went. Some had a story behind them, others not so much (you had tried not to roll your eyes when he explained that the revolver on his right forearm was the same one he had handled once and thought was ‘fucking cool as shit’). He also had a few scars on his upper body, some from before the apocalypse but most from after. You listened intently as he opened up about each one, drinking in as much personal information about the man beside you as possible.

Not wanting to stop the exploration just yet, you pushed up on your other elbow and journeyed over his throat, tracing his Adam’s apple before running your fingers delicately through the surprisingly soft beard framing his gorgeous mouth. 

Capturing the questing hand in his own, he brought your fingers to his lips. The breath caught in your chest when he kissed the mostly-healed scar from the knife injury you had acquired a few weeks prior. Heart beating frantically at the gentle gesture, you smiled up at him when he released your hand and allowed it to resume exploring.

“So,” you tried for calm and casual, fingers moving up to lightly trace his ear before diving into his thick hair and mapping the streaks of salt within the pepper. “What are your plans for today?”

It took him a few seconds to answer, his eyes having fluttered closed as your nails gently massaged his scalp. You smiled at his obvious enjoyment of your touch, at how he had lowered his walls in this moment and was allowing himself to be both physically and emotionally vulnerable. 

“I wish they were to stay here and enjoy this fucking delightful body of yours all day, but I have a meeting with my Saviors at eight.” 

The thought of spending an entire day frolicking in bed with Negan caused a dreamy sigh to leave your lips. His eyes opened and zeroed in on your mouth at the sound, that magical tongue of his coming out to lick his bottom lip as he added, “Though, that’s still about an hour away…”

At that, he quickly rolled over so his lean body was pinning you into the mattress, his lips cutting off your squeal of surprise before it even left your throat. The hand still in his hair tightened, causing him to give a low groan and grind his hips down into yours. You tried to make a mental note of his reaction to the touch, but seeing as how there were no barriers keeping his quickly-hardening erection from pressing into your thigh, all higher levels of brain function quickly flew out of the room. 

Bracing above you, he leaned down and started kissing your neck, a move guaranteed to make you melt. When his mouth descended over the curve of your breasts, you tried to lift your head to watch his downward progress but a sharp pang of discomfort at your scalp made you wince and try to jerk away, which only succeeded in making the pain even worse. 

“Ow, wait!” you blurted, causing Negan to instantly freeze and look up at you in alarm. 

“Doll, what-”

“You’re on my hair! Move your hand!”

Quickly realizing his mistake, Negan moved the hand that had accidentally been pinning a large chunk of your hair, and by proxy your head, to the mattress. 

“Fucking hell, I’m sorry, doll,” he cursed, making as if to lift his body off you entirely. 

Now wanting his faux pas to ruin the moment, you pushed his shoulders sideways and hooked a leg up over his hip before commanding, “Roll over.”

He hesitated for a moment before relenting, the two of you somehow able to switch places on the narrow, twin-sized bed without falling off. Once the semi-awkward resituating was done, he was on his back and you were straddling his hips. The move caused the sheet to fall off, exposing your entire body to his gaze. Based on the way his eyes grew hazy with lust as they took in your bared curves, not to mention his obvious erection, it was safe to say that he didn’t mind this change in position one bit. 

Warm, calloused palms drifted up over your thighs, hips, and the sides of your waist, before cupping breasts that were begging for his touch. Leaning down, your already-hardened nipples pressed into his palms as you kissed him hungrily. Shifting your hips, you started rubbing forwards and backwards over the erection pressed between both your lower stomachs. You moaned into each other’s mouths at the sensation, pussy lips parting around his girth so that your wetness coated his cock, the fat head bumping against your clit with each slide. 

“I think I like being in charge,” you purred. 

Giving a dark chuckle that sent shivers down your spine, he replied, “Enjoy it while it fucking lasts.”

Planning to do just that, you reached over to pluck a condom off the side table, incredibly grateful to whatever deity helped you successfully open the foil packet and smoothly roll the latex down over him on the first try. Tossing the empty packet over the side of the bed, you wrapped slightly trembling fingers around his swollen cock and lifted your hips, lining him up with your entrance. Maintaining eye contact, you slowly slid down his length, mouth falling open on a whimper at the feel of him parting overly-sensitive flesh that was still a bit sore from the activities of the previous night. Despite Negan’s initial threat over you stealing both coconut oil from the kitchen and condoms from his room, his only “punishment” last night had been fucking you relentlessly into the mattress until you had multiple orgasms and could barely even remember your own name.

In spite of the slight burn as sore muscles again stretched around his thickness, you didn’t stop until he was fully seated inside. His cock felt so big in this position that it was almost overwhelming, but you sat up so that your hands were braced on his chest and used your thigh muscles to start a slow up and down rhythm. 

His fingers reached up and pinched your nipples, causing you to clench around him. He groaned at the sensation, gaze becoming more intense when you slightly picked up the pace. It felt magnificent, but at the same time you craved more of the hard, rough friction that he had given you the night before. Body trying to find that friction on its own, your hips swiveled in a circle as you sank back down, which must’ve felt just as amazing for him as it did you, since he gave a strangled moan at the same moment his hands immobilized your hips in a bruising grip. 

“Alright, doll. My turn.”

That was the only warning you got before he braced his feet against the mattress and moved up in you, hard. Falling forward onto your palms with a gasp, fingers curled into the bedsheet and hips writhed in pleasure when he repeated the move. He continued the sharp, deep thrusts, watching your face closely before wrapping a hand around the back of your neck and pulling your mouth down to his own. His tongue thrust into your mouth possessively, as if trying to claim as much of you at once as he could. The pace was brutal yet unhurried, each thrust feeling like a deliberate attack on your sanity as his movements drew fire over your skin and consumed you, body and soul. 

Pressing down into him while leaning forward caused your clit to grind against his lower abdomen in the perfect way with each thrust, building up the orgasm that had previously hovered just out of reach. Breaking the kiss with a cry, you saw the expression of intense concentration on his face as he continued to move your bodies together in perfect rhythm. Breasts pressed into his chest and mouth panting at his ear, your body gave into his, letting him drive you up and over the edge, into the abyss of pleasure. 

“Negan,” you moaned, muscles tightening then releasing as the orgasm washed through you. His answering grunt and curse signaled his own release, though he continued his driving rhythm through it all, wringing each drop of pleasure from your body until it collapsed limply on top of his.

Resting your head on his shoulder, you again traced over the tattoo on his chest, waiting for your heartbeat and breathing to slow back down to normal. Glancing up his body, you found him already looking back down at you, a relaxed and satisfied grin on his lips that was only witnessed behind closed doors, when the two of you were alone. His hand idly stroked over a piece of hair laying on your shoulder, the gesture making you think back to earlier when he had accidentally pinned you to the mattress, and the resulting ungraceful maneuvering to switch positions in a bed that was entirely too small for two adult bodies. A light laugh escaped you that caused Negan to raise an eyebrow in question. 

“Just remembering your super smooth move from earlier,” you teased. You wouldn’t admit this out loud, but it was actually a bit of a relief to know that even Mr. Harem-of-Wives, Sex-God Negan wasn’t always flawless in the sack. 

“Making fun of me, doll?” he growled. 

“Maybe.”

Whack. The loud crack, accompanied by the slight sting of sensation against your left asscheek, caused you to jump and look at him in wide-eyed shock. 

“Did you just spank me?!” you exclaimed.

“Maybe.”

Before you could form an appropriate reply, he silenced any retort with his lips. Shallow creature that you apparently were, the move worked, and when he pulled away a long minute later, your brain conveniently forgot why you were supposed to be coming up with a retort in the first place. 

Negan glanced over at the side table, where your watch sat. Also looking over, you saw that it was now almost 7:30am, which meant he had half an hour to go back to his room and become presentable for his 8am Savior meeting. You were curious what the meeting was about, but didn’t want to ruin the perfection of the morning by bringing up a potentially serious topic. 

“Much as I hate to say it, doll, duty fucking calls.”

Your expression must’ve showcased more than you thought, since he gave a chuckle and said, “How about I make it up to you by finishing our fucking chess bet?”

Interest instantly piqued, you sat up on his chest and replied, “The third outing?! Can we go today?”

He looked at you consideringly, before giving a slight nod and agreeing. “We fucking could, but I won’t be free until the dinner hour.” 

Much as you didn’t want to skip out on your duties, even if it was with the leader of the establishment, you also weren’t about to turn down more alone time with Negan, especially outside of the Sanctuary. 

“I could meet you at the front gate at 5?” you suggested. That would give you just enough time to make sure dinner was fully prepped and almost ready to serve, since the community ate their meal from 5 to 7pm. It lessened the guilt, since you wouldn’t be completely leaving Ben and the staff short-handed. 

“Works for me, doll,” he said, gently rolling you off his body and to the narrow strip of mattress free beside him.

Biting your lower lip to keep from gasping at the empty sensation when he pulled out his now-flaccid dick, you watched him rise slowly from the bed. You took possessive pleasure in viewing his naked body, thighs clenching at the sight of him stretching muscular arms up towards the ceiling with his head tipped back. The pop of his back and resulting grunt made you comment, “I think from now on we might be better off in your bed. I have no clue how we even managed to fit in mine all night.” 

“Thank fucking god. If I have to spend any more nights in that fucking thing, I’ll be stiffer than a cock in a brothel.” 

Rolling your eyes at his that’s-so-Negan one-liner, you pulled the sheet up over your chest and settled in to watch him get dressed. You felt a bit like a voyeur when he removed the condom, tied off the end, and tossed it into the little garbage can. You felt a lot like a voyeur when he leaned down to pick up his boxer briefs and the sight of his bent-over ass almost made you whimper out loud. 

“You sure you can’t skip the meeting and stay here?” The words left your lips before your brain could even stop them. 

Turning to look at you, the desire must have been written all over your face because that muscle in his jaw ticked and he ran a hand down over his beard in obvious frustration. You swore he started to take a step back towards the bed, but he caught himself and instead returned to the task of getting dressed. 

When he was done putting on the navy tee and dark grey pants, complete with his signature black boots, he did finally come back over to the bed. Leaning down, he cupped a warm hand possessively around the side of your neck and placed a heated kiss on your lips before slightly pulling back and saying in that sinful, husky voice, “5 o’clock, doll. You better be ready for me.” 

With that, he straightened, crossed the room, and let himself out. As the door clicked softly shut behind him, you replied with a dazed, “Yes, sir.”

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The Critique of Manners Part V

~Or~

An Attempt at an Objective Review of Emma (2009)... VOLUME ONE

Yeah, that's right. You read it correctly. This long awaited review is gonna be a TWO PARTER because, yes, I have that much to say about this version. For context, all my previous reviews have been upwards of four, maybe five thousand words. this one, this present paragraph excluded is 7,806 words. Fortunately it's all written (finally) so you won't have to wait an interminably long period of time between parts one and two. maybe a week. Part One will explore the Introduction, Cast and Characterization, and Sets and Surroundings.

1996 brought us a bright and fun feature film interpretation of Jane Austen’s “Emma”, written/directed by Douglas McGrath and starring Gwyneth Paltrow and Jeremy Northam; that appealed to the 90’s romantic.

In December of the same year (February of 1997 in the US) the more sober and “technically accurate” (for why that’s in quotations, read my review) Kate Beckinsale/Mark Strong adaptation appeared from ITV and Andrew Davies, and calmed the purists who burst into flames at the Hollywood travesty that they dared to christen “Emma”.

We’ve already gone over my feelings on both of these versions (my mixed stance on the chick-flick that was McGrath’s offering, and my dislike for the rather washed-out and subtly questionable choices of Andrew Davies’ interpretation) and for thirteen years these were the choices (the stagey 1972 version falling somewhat by the wayside, as these versions tend to do.)

And then, in 2009 a new and somewhat divisive version was produced by the BBC

Directed by Jim O’Hanlon and written by Sandy Welch, it was a vibrant 4 part mini-series which starred uniformly inspired casting choices and made Jane Austen, her work and her wit, more accessible than ever to laymen such as myself. Whether that approach is an advantage or a drawback is, of course, entirely up to the individual.

Fascinatingly this version has the same run-time as the 1972 6 Part Serial starring Doran Godwin (read my review here), and yet somehow feels like it manages to give so much more depth to the story while also fitting in all the major plot points and then some.

I’ve already admitted a particular partiality for this version. It was my first brush with Austen, when my sister convinced me to watch the last episode with her on its debut run on PBS Masterpiece. It ignited my interest in Jane Austen and because of that, for a long time my only stance on it was that this was the only really good version and that all others were just varying degrees of bad or not-as-good-as-this.

The bones of this review, like those of my reviews of both of the 1996 versions, were written some six years ago and can actually be read on IMDb if you really want to do a “then vs now” comparison of my style of critique. All of my reviews from that time (they were all written very close together) were very defensive of this version and very reactionary to criticisms of it that compared it to (mostly) the ITV version, which they viewed as infinitely superior.

Having now gone a little over ten years as the “most recent adaptation”, the 2009 version is a darling of Austen Blogs and tumblrinas alike. It’s grown into its own a bit more, so such reactions and defenses are, generally, unnecessary.

This is the last of my Emma reviews written and in my course of watching and re-watching various versions I kept assiduously away from watching this version (which would have demolished my attempts to come to this set of reviews with a cleaner slate than my first attempts at critique) even when my longing for Johnny Lee Miller’s playfulness and Romola Garai’s emotion were strongest following my Emma ‘97 re-watch. I fortified myself by re-reading passages of the book and came to my re-watch of this version having not watched it for at least six months and with a fresher, hopefully, more measured perspective.

As always I’ll be covering the cast and overall handling of the script in comparison with what I know from reading the book, commenting on the suitability of the sets and houses, and airing my thoughts on the accuracy and appeal of the costumes (I have a lot to say). I may even critique some manners.

So with that rather lengthy forward out of the way, let’s dive in.

Cast & Characterization

This time I think I will start with Knightley, and end with Emma, with the side-characters filling the intervening space. Also I’ll just start by saying I love almost all of the casting choices in this adaptation so just be ready for that.

Jonny Lee Miller really is the Knightley for me. He portrayed an ideal balance of Mr. Knightley’s qualities. I know that for some people the teasing and scolding friendship that Emma and Knightley have will never quite escape the brother-sister comparison. Such people may view it as a block for Knightley’s seeming like a viable romantic lead; but I personally think Miller really captures that dynamic while still showing the subtle progression of Knightley’s feelings for Emma.

Mr. Knightly is one of my favorite Austen heroes (Second only to Col. Brandon), and maybe Miller’s portrayal colored my reading of Knightley forever, but I find that, usually, when something that strikes me as better, or more accurate to my reading comes along, it tends to come through when I re-read, and that has not yet happened for Mr. Knightley.

What I really think is great about the 2009 interpretation of Mr. Knightley is what an easy and comforting presence he is, without being apologetic when he scolds Emma (more on this later). I think this is communicated especially well by how often we are actually shown Mr. Knightley taking his almost-daily walks to Hartfield, how smoothly he comes and goes, and how happy Emma is every time she sees him coming up the path (usually, just at the perfect moment when she needs something to put her back to rights.)

Mr. Knightley is Emma’s comfort object, and that is just part of a bigger theme of warmth and friendship that makes this version my favorite. They weren’t awfully subtle about it though. Check out the Latin motto over Knightley’s head here in the entrance to Donwell: “SED SEMPER AMICO” or “Always, for a friend”.

At the time there were some that complained about how Jonny Lee Miller looked too young to be Mr. Knightley (an argument that, quite unjustly, is also presently being leveled at Johnny Flynn), I would like to remind everyone that Mr. Knightley is but seven or eight and thirty – the same age as Miller when he played the part in 2009, and Flynn, at 36 (I believe) wasn’t too far wide of the mark.

This is by far my favorite representation of Mrs. Weston (and not just because we worship at the altar of Johdi May in this house). They go to great lengths to show exactly what Miss Taylor’s relationship with Emma is like – not only how emotionally essential she is as Emma’s companion and friend, but also her failure to exercise authority, which is key to understanding Emma’s character and her choices throughout the story. Emma’s less kind statements are reprimanded only with a gentle “Emma!” and a knowing smile, and little more: the bare minimum, and rather more complacent than correcting when dealing with a willful teenager.

This is the only adaptation with time enough to give Mrs. Weston’s conversation with Mr. Knightley about Emma its own scene, and the script is so damn close to verbatim I can’t help visualizing this scene every time I read the book.

But even with her knowing smiles and lack of discipline with Emma, May still does an excellent job bringing out, not just her character’s deficiencies as an authority figure, but her sensitivity and tender affection as a friend.

Another great thing about Johdi May as Mrs. Weston is her adorable dynamic with Mr. Weston (Robert Bathurst).

Words can’t express my delight with Robert Bathurst in this series. His heart-felt performance brings such a wonderful life to this character. In particular his desperate longing to have a closer relationship to his son – his pride when Frank is admired—and his pain when Frank disappoints—are so rich, and I almost want to kick Frank on behalf of his father even more than on Jane’s account. It’s really it’s a tough call which Mr. Weston I prefer between Bathurst’s performance and Rupert Graves’s in the 2020 film.

Louise Dylan as Harriet Smith *Chef Kiss*: she’s such a delight and I think she’s the most accurate (probably?) Harriet? She’s got a healthy enough figure to be called “plump” while still fitting modern tastes of what is “pretty”. She’s fair without looking deathly pale, and sweet and a bit slow without being portrayed as an utter lack-wit (I mean, there’s “ship-court” but we’ll talk about that later.)

In the scene where she reveals to Emma that it’s Mr. Knightley she believes herself in love with (not Frank Churchill) she says this all to a horrified Emma and it’s got some great horror movie style camera work and music, similar to the 2020 version, but Dylan plays it with perfect unknowing sweetness and innocence, which I think the 2020 version didn’t quite capture as well.

I think this is maybe the most screen time any Robert Martin has had and, since we love Mr. Robert Martin, that can only be a good thing. I am so glad that we actually get to see him coming to Mr. Knightley about his intentions to marry. I like how it’s set up, I like how they use implication, and I also think the actor, Jefferson Hall, gives a really excellent, emotive performance as a character who with so few lines.

Like with Alastair Petrie before him, we get to fall in love with Hall’s Mr. Martin and his long-suffering self.

Laura Pyper may not be as fair as some other Jane Fairfaxes and her singing isn’t a patch on Olivia Williams’ but I find her the most compelling in the role. She’s physically less imposing than Olivia Williams or Polly Walker and I think that lends greatly to the character, but what she really captures (and emotion is such a big theme in this adaptation) is fatigue. Not just frustration, but outright distress just barely being concealed under the surface. She’s still delivers Jane’s pointed returns to Frank’s jabs with fortitude and feeling, but I really feel how tired she is.

Rupert Evans played a Frank Churchill that is both agreeable and deeply frustrating– he had charisma that drew me in as a viewer, but not enough to excuse Frank’s behavior (unlike, for instance, Ewan McGregor). This is the only adaptation that really has enough time to show all the faces of Frank’s character, which is crucial to Emma’s development since Frank is her mirror in so many ways. Correspondingly to Laura Pyper’s barely concealed agitation, Evans’ Frank has a similar, seething frustration, which takes the Austen layman by surprise when it starts to bubble to the surface in the Strawberry Picking sequence in Episode 4.

I love Blake Ritson, but I do not care for how Mr. Elton was portrayed in this version. From the minute he slinked onto the screen, you could just tell, which I think is slightly in contrast to the book where he’s not quite so slimy. I think it was just a little bit lacking in subtlety.

Along with that, this script gives the audience some satisfaction in sort of punishing Mr. Elton for his choice of wife – but that, also, I think is in opposition to the book where Mr. Elton is not only satisfied with his bride, but Austen goes so far as to write about Emma’s disgust in that he seems positively proudof his wife. This just goes to show that the Eltons are as bad as each other and a weird kind of power couple in that way (the 72 version actually captured this pretty well in spite of the odd Mrs. Elton’s-got-a-thing-for-Knightley runner). But in the 2009 version, Elton (while still of one mind with his wife) is made a literal ass of as he leads his wife’s donkey to Donwell.

As amusing as this absurdist (and again, not subtle) symbolism? Visual humor? is, I think the interpretation of having Mrs. Elton actually ride a Donkey was, perhaps, a bridge too far. Mrs. Elton of the book does make the suggestion of using donkeys but not in the context of riding on their backs and I can’t blame anyone for putting this on their “WTF Moments in Austen Adaptations” list. It’s on mine.

Speaking of Mrs. Augusta Elton (nee Hawkins), let’s talk about my profound and enduring love of Christina Cole as the consummate odious woman of 00’s British TV. I mean I’m sure she must have gotten tired of being typecast like this (Blanche Ingram etc.) after her wonderful performance as the sweet Nora in He Knew He Was Right, but she’s just so good at being nasty. Cole’s Mrs. Elton is definitely up there in my ranking of favorites (although Tanya Reynolds gives her a run for her money) riding the balance between being fabulously gauche and supremely punchable.

Like with so many other characters in this adaptation John and Isabella Knightley (Dan Fredenburgh and Poppy Miller) are not just given their due diligence (in some they hardly even get to show their faces) but they are expanded as characters – this is used mainly for exposition but it works. It helps give context to viewers who are unfamiliar with the story, makes the John Knightleys more than just side-characters, and emphasizes the family element. Fredenburgh hits many of the same notes as Guy Henry did in the 1997 version, striking the perfect balance between caustic wit and cantankerous jabs. I’d put his grumbling speech in the carriage at Christmas right up there with Henry’s for natural flow.

Guys. Guys. Guys.

I liked Michael Gambon as Mr. Woodhouse, Emma’s charming (if ridiculous) hypochondriac father – let me just clarify: I NEVER like Michael Gambon in ANYTHING (except as Squire Hamley in Wives and Daughters… and, okay, also in Cranford. BUT OTHER THAN THAT—he was a terrible Dumbledore.) And you know between Squire Hamley and Mr. Woodhouse maybe we’ve hit on exactly what Gambon’s element is – utterly insufferable but somehow endearing.

The 2009 interpretation brings a new layer of depth to Mr. Woodhouse. While other versions play him for straight comedy (None more so than 1972 and 2020), Gambon somehow makes you understand the way Mr. Woodhouse thinks. He makes you feel his constant anxiety, and in so doing makes the character deeply sympathetic while still amusing and kind of annoying. He makes Mr. Woodhouse very human. He even manages to inject the idea of Mr. Woodhouse having a sense of humor himself. Although Bernard Hepton staring at Mrs. Elton in bewilderment has its own merit, Gambon’s Mr. Woodhouse actually smiles to himself after getting off a zinger about the Highbury folk being a quiet set.

And while we’re on the subject of humanizing comedic characters with emotional cores that tend to get glossed over, it’s time for Part 2 of “Why Miss Bates is the Most Fucking Devastating Character in Jane Austen and Why We Should do Her More Justice”.

Now since I was so very longwinded on this subject, which I have so many feelings about, in my deep-dive into the financial situations of the denizens of Highbury in my 2020 review, I shall endeavor to be snappy with this.

"Miss Bates, decieved by the mock ceremony of her manner, did not immediately catch her meaning; but when it burst upon her, it could not anger, though a slight blush showed that it could pain her." --Emma, Chapter 43

Tamsin Greig was amazing as Miss Bates.

Greig displayed a different visual model than Sophie Thompson or Prunella Scales, though she excelled at wittering on without a thought. But, as I’ve expressed before – If being chatty is your only requirement for a good Miss Bates, Get. Thee. Hence. From. My. House.

One of the most important things Jane Austen did as an authoress was address the limitations of women (Especially middle-class women) in her time period. Miss Bates is one of the deepest dives into that representation. She’s not just some caricature of a maiden aunt, and to portray her as such is not only wrong, it’s insulting. The Director and writer (Jim O’Hanlon and Sandy Welch) chose to portray Miss Bates as far more than just comic relief. Like Mr. Woodhouse, they highlighted her humanity. Her distress is apparent not just when Emma openly insults her, but all throughout the story. From the opening that SHOWS you exactly what her situation is, to her nervous chatting and exposition; even when Jane is present, she still reads her letters out loud to guests because this is her routine. This is all she knows to do. It makes the impact of Box Hill, that much more poignant. And with all of that, she’s still funny.

Ok guys. It’s time to talk about Romola Garai.

Garai is maybe the most polarizing Emma ever? Which makes a certain ironic sense to me, since Emma is maybe Austen’s most polarizing work?

Personally, I love her. Yes, I acknowledge that there is a LOT wrong with her body language, but we’ll touch on that later.

I think Romola Garai was a fantastic Emma. I think she succeeded where everyone before her kind of faltered – she made Emma spiritedand likeable in spite of her faults. And I think Emma should be likable in some ways. Clearly Austen underestimated how many of her readers—present and future—would relate to Emma, as it remains one of her best loved and most commonly adapted works. Whether you think Emma should be an intentional MegaBitch™, or just forehead-slappinlgy ignorant, her character has a definite gravitational pull, and this was something the makers of the series in particular wanted to capture: Emma’s charisma, and Romola Garai has that in spades. Her incredible energy helps one to understand why everyone loves Emma so much, beyond her just being the first woman in the neighborhood.

I love Garai’s energy and I love how when she fumes about Mrs. Elton, they wrote it so that she doesn’t just have an internal monologue, but that she rants out loud, to herself. This kind of captures Austen’s narrative in a way voice-over monologue just doesn’t. I just wish they’d included the line

“The Kindness and protection of Mrs. Elton!—‘Jane Fairfax’ and ‘Jane Fairfax.’ Heavens! Let me not suppose she goes about Emma Woodhouse-ing me!—But upon my honour, there seem no limits to the licentiousness of that woman’s tongue!”

Don’t tell me you don’t read that in Romola Garai’s voice.

I like the continuity of Emma’s deficiencies in this version (beyond her over-confidence). I like that the fabricated “Emma at 16” sequence has her showing off her determination to beat Jane at accomplishments by waving Milton in Knightley’s face, and that at 21, the next time she gets it into her head to be more accomplished (for Harriet’s benefit, this time) she’s STILL stuck on Milton.

The bookmark is even in the same place! This made me feel SEEN because this is exactly what happened to me when I tried reading Jane Eyre for the first time. This is as nod to Emma’s easily distracted nature and why she’s not as accomplished as Jane, and why her painting is only “pretty good”. She just can’t start a thing and finish it, and as someone with the same problem (which is why my tumblr is full of reviews for period dramas, with pretentions to wit, instead of the 50 Reylo fanarts I’ve planned but never drawn.)

Sets & Surroundings

Well here we are again at your favorite part and mine (idk if you do care or not, this is my favorite part) the deep dive into the manor houses used!

The unfortunately named Squerryes Court in Kent played the role of Hartfield and you guys have probably guessed that this is my favorite Hartfield. It is. (Although one cheeky thing I noticed is, if you look close at that window up front there, the little circular one? That’s the window in Harriet’s bedroom, which is presumably supposed to be at Mrs. Goddard’s school.)

Now, as there’s a whole featurette on the 2009 version about the houses and sets I know more about the choices and decisions that went into these houses than any of the other versions I’ve talked about.

Specifically, I think Squerryes Court is the best Hartfield because first of all it’s a very fine house BUT it’s not ginormous. Perhaps its greatest advantage though was the level of freedom the set designers were given with it. They were, for instance, allowed to re-paper certain rooms and change the curtains and furnishings and, as such, it feels more like a home than any other house I’ve seen used in a period drama. They even, thoughtfully, went for decorations and styles that would be a bit dated in Emma’s adulthood. These are her mother’s curtains and papers, and the Woodhouses, so reticent to change, haven’t updated them. This silent hint at Emma’s mother gives the interiors such a sentimental hominess, it’s hard not to feel comfortable just watching the show.

They also went for bright, warm colors because, this version, like Autumn de Wilde’s, does not run from color, and in the 2009 version, the bright, popping colors are even more far-reaching. There are golds and emeralds in the sceneries, as opposed to the almost sterile-feeling pastels in the De Wilde’s version. An incredible amount of care and thought went into the atmosphere of these sets and I think that’s just wonderful. (I am not saying that care and thought weren’t put into de Wilde’s version, I just think that the family aspect and concept of hominess was given more of an emphasis in O’Hanlon’s interpretation.)

An old standby in period dramas at this point, Losely Park was used for Donwell Abbey. While I totally understand the contrast to the warm, feminine atmosphere of Hartfield that they were going for in this choice, an Elizabethan manor with all the characteristic straight lines and dark colors of that period of architecture… well perhaps you’ve already spotted the problem with this choice for Donwell Abbey.

It isn’t an Abbey. Not by any meaning of the word. While certainly larger than Hartfield, and totally unlike it, Losely Park is not low or sheltered and it’s really not big enough.

I’m pleased to report that I may have solved a great mystery of the 2009 version – the filming location for Randalls.

I think I may say with some relative confidence that Stockett’s Manor in Oxted was used for Randalls in this version. Stockett’s manor is not creditedas the filming location for Randalls (it iscredited as the ballroom for The Crown Inn – ironic, since the ball is held at the Crown because Randalls has no room big enough for it) so I looked it up at historicengland.org.uk and found the picture listed there identical to the house used for Randalls (Oust House and all) so mystery solved?

I love this house as Randalls. This is believable for Mr. Weston’s small estate. And that’s important for this version, because the snow panic in this version is here in full.

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Catch part 2 here

#emma 2009 #jane austen #jane austen emma #emma woodhouse #mr. knightley #romola garai #jonny lee miller #period dramas #regency

[bokutouswh0re]

This is my first time writing smut. I'm sorry in advance for any fuck ups

Warnings: (f!reader virgin!reader) (porn with a plot(kind of)(I think so at least)) Somnophilia, oral

Also sorry this is so long

You and Iida are sitting in each others arms, on the couch of your shared house. Lost in the movie that was a lot more interesting than you guys anticipated.

Iida slowly started to get bored as the plot started to alter into a much more predictable one. He moved his hand from your arm to your hip and proceeded to kiss the top of your head.

"Y/n," he whispered softly. You still being sucked into the movie replied with a small and questioning hum, not even glancing at you boyfriend. He gently takes your chin between his index and thumb, and moves your head to face him. You look at him confusingly and tilt your head slightly. "What's wrong?" You say, still not fully paying attention to him. Iida says nothing as he leans his head down to pull you into a soft kiss. You groan in annoyance, genuinely wanting to finish the movie, but you still return the kiss.

You start to shift to get into a more comfortable position and ultimately deciding to just sit in his lap. Your hands tangle in his hair, while Iidas grip at your hips. Even thought it's a harsh and rough grip, you feel his hands start to tremble. He attempts to pull away, but you force his head in place and deepen the kiss.

"Tenya," you moan sweetly. He growls and tightens his grip on your hips, as he starts to grind upwards to meet your hips but eventually pulls himself together and tries to push you away with more force. This time it works and you look at him slightly aggravated that your make-out session ended much earlier than you wanted. You're about to ask why he stopped but before you can, he cups your face to give you a quick kiss on your forehead. He lifts you off his lap and gently places you on the couch once again before going to the kitchen.

You want to follow him but you're still trying to recover from the abrupt end to your make-out, but you decide to look at the last 5 minutes of the movie. Iida comes back as the credits are rolling with snacks and soda. He sets everything down before standing back to go upstairs. He comes down with the comforter from your bed and goes over to you to throw the cover over you to then go back to his original place on the couch.

As he walks in front of you, you do a double take as you see the very prominent bulge poking through his sweatpants. Your jaw drops and you gasp as you finally realize why he ended so quickly.

"Should I help?" You ask yourself, a bit shaken up as you start to fear that your boyfriend may leave you for not "putting out." You look over at Tenya who's browsing through movies to see what to watch next and you push your negative thoughts to the back of your head and just enjoy the moment.

Halfway through your 3rd movie, drowsiness starts to take over your senses and you give in, not having enough energy to fight it.

You wake up with the only light coming from the tv, which was Netflix flashing recommendations to you. You feel around for your phone which isn't in reach, but get a glimpse of it thanks to the tv.

You grab it, attempting to inspect it for any cracks or scratches but immediately finding it fruitless as the light from the tv didn't let you see much. You turn it on to check the time. "Damn, it's not even 5," you mutter to yourself in slight disbelief, feeling as though it should be nearing 6.

You turn your phone off wanting to go back to sleep before you feel something hard pressing against your backside. Too tired to care much to see what it was or for that matter' move it, you simply scoot away. Or you try to.

Tenya has an arm wrapped tightly around your waist, pulling you closer into him. The hard object presses deeper into your back, causing an aggravated sigh to fall from your lips.

Feeling kind of defeated you decide to ignore it and go back to sleep. That is until you feel Iida start to grind against your back. Your eyes shoot open and you turn your head to look at your boyfriend.

His breathing starts to turn harsh and uneven as he continues to grind harder. You continue to try and get free from his grasp until you eventually succeed. Now sitting up, you look at your boyfriend who's still grinding against nothing as very low moans fall from him.

You proceed to stare before moving your shakey hands to the hem of your boyfriends sweatpants. You sit on your knees as you slowly start to pull them down, taking deep breaths to calm yourself down.

You realize that he isn't wearing any underwear and fact sends a shiver through your body. When you finally get his cock free, seeing how big it is makes fear shoot through your body. You wrap you hand around his thick shaft and feel it twitch in your touch.

You experimentally stroke it a few times and soon gain confidence, tightening your grip a little bit and stroking faster. Iidas moans increase in volume and his breaths pick of pace.

Minutes later he shoots his load into your hand, his release spilling onto the couch beneath. Your hand is soaked in his cum and your curiosity gets the best of you.

You bring your hand to your mouth. Taking a small lick to engage in your interest. The first lick at the warm, sticky liquid made your core throb. You clean your entire hand then bend down to lick clean Iidas dick and the couch. When your done you pull his pants back up and roll over to go back to sleep.

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You wake up later that morning to the smell of pancakes and eggs. You steadily get up still slightly groggy and make your way over to the kitchen where your boyfriend is making breakfast.

You walk up to him, wrapping your arms around his waist and pressing your face against his back. "Good morning" he says, you can feel the vibration of his voice due to your position. "Morning" you mumble back still very exhausted.

He makes your plate before grabbing his and bringing them over to the table. You both eat breakfast in a comfortable silence and you pretty much spend the entire day like that as you both had a week off.

You both lay in your shared bed, enjoying each others embrace until you stare up at your boyfriend who unsurprisingly has his head in a book. Wanting more of his attention, you take the book out of his hands and put the bookmark on the page he was currently reading before closing the book and putting it on the nightstand closest to you. You wrap his hand around the back of his neck to pull him down into a deep and rough kiss. He lifts you into his lap and runs his hand through your hair to bring you impossibly closer to him.

As time goes on, you let your hands wander his body, down his half hard cock. "Fuck," he groans into the kiss. Your clit throbs at the roughness of his voice and you let out a groan of your own. His hands make their way up your oversized shirt and keep a firm grip. You start stroking him through his pants and he removes one of his hands to grab your wrist.

"Wait, just wait," he pants. You look at him with a puzzled look on your face. "Are you sure, like 100% sure you wanna do this?" He questioned, not wanting you to feel as though he was forcing you. "I'm definitely sure," you reply with an odd shy confidence lacing your voice.

Your response was more than enough for him. He flips the two of you over. Caging you in his arms, he looks at you once again and you nod in a silent confirmation. He kisses you before moving to your neck. He nibbles and sucks until he's left several dark purple hickeys to litter your neck.

He kisses down your body to your breasts, taking your nipple into his mouth while he rolls the other between his index and middle finger. Soon enough he moves his mouths attention to the other nipple then kisses down your body once again and stopping between your legs. Iida slowly pulls your bottoms down and off your legs, not leaving a single inch of them untouched by his lips. He grasps the back of your knees spreading your legs open to kiss and nip at your thighs. Light whimpers and moans slip past your lips.

He moves up to your now drenched cunt before placing your legs on his shoulders. He eats you out as if you're his last meal. He licks and sucks you through multiple orgasms. Each one feeling more intense than the last. Tears prick at your eyes, the overstimulation making your head feel foggy and your mind enters a state of pure euphoria. Even though you're laying down, you feel dizzy. You feel as though you've moved to another universe. Your hands tighten in his hair to push him away. He obeys your silent command and moves his body up to kiss you, letting you taste yourself. You both moan into the kiss.

When he pulls away, the realization that you're the only one naked makes your face heat up in embarrassment. Tenya finally starts to peel his shirt from his body. You admire his bulging muscles, his abs, just every aspect about him sent a jolt of electricity through you.

He doesn’t even fully remove his pants, just pulls them down to his thighs. He licks his lips as he stares at you with a hungry gaze. He bends down one again to kiss you before whispering “if you ever change your mind, please let me know.” He sits up to press the head of his against your dripping cunt and steadily inserts his cock.

You wince at the initial stretch, he stills, studying your expression before continuing. You whine and whimper until he finally bottoms out. You bite your bottom lip to stifle another whine.

Tenya cups your face and gives you a sloppy kiss before taking your hands in his. He pulls out and rams back into you. You let out a sobbing moan, squeezing his hands as you bite your lip to muffle the low moans escaping you. He lets one of your hands go to roughly grab your face, “I wanna hear you, got it?” He says, his voice laced with arousal. You give him a slight nod, still attempting to keep your moans to a minimum by grinding your teeth together. Iida gives you rough and deep thrusts as his hands move to your hips, lifting your lower body up a bit to get a a better angle.

You let out an ear piercing scream due to him hitting your g-spot with such a rough force. Tears stream down your face as you feel the head of his cock hit your cervix. You sob, the pain and pleasure mixing too well together and your brain turns to mush. You scratch at his arms and in your state of elation you hear him let out deep grunts and he groans. The sound spurring you on as you move your hips against his. Your walls flutter around his cock as you feel your climax build again.

You’re basically wailing at this point, too overwhelmed by pleasure you’ve never felt before. Your orgasm hits you like a train going 100 miles an hour. You scream and cry the whole way through and you can feel Iidas warm cum filling your insides.

As you’re still trying to bring yourself down to earth, you can faintly feel Iida brushing his fingers through your hair. You look at him, your form trembling and you pull him into a soft passionate kiss.

He pulls away and makes his way to the bathroom where he starts running the water. He comes back after a few minutes to help you over and into the bath before settling behind you, rubbing all over your body.

He pulls you into him embrace resting his head on your shoulders, inhaling your scent.

“That wasn’t so bad,” you think to yourself.

Of course it wasn’t. That was only your first time

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I really hope I did this justice. Once again I’m sorry for any fuck ups but I tried my best. I’ll definitely revise later on and make improvements

@sweaterstripes999

#iida tenya #bnha iida #iida bnha #iida mha #mha iida #bnha smut #mha smut #iida imagine #tenya iida smut #iida tenya smut #iida #iida smut

[misslilli]

The other POV from the scene in Chapter 5. 🌈😁

Felix Felicis

MSR. AU. PG-13. | tagging @today-in-fic | AO3 Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5

Chapter 6 - Time For Rainbows

[ DS ]

The first week of school is always one of the most stressful times of the year and it has taken its toll on me by Wednesday already. While I’m really glad to be back with my kids and I love them to pieces, they’ve been randy all morning and it has been difficult to keep them engaged.

The bell rings signaling the start of recess and I heave a relieved sigh. I’m on recess duty with one of my three best friends who also teach at this school. Sarah, this year’s first grade teacher, is already waiting outside and bless her, hands me a cup of coffee.

“Thanks, S. How’s your day been so far?”. She looks out over the playground at the kids. “Eventful. They little ones are really adorable but they’re a feisty bunch. Can’t keep them focused for more than a few minutes today! How are the big ones, D?”.

“I hear you. Guess the full moon is around the corner and-“. Suddenly, I hear screams from behind the swings and handing Sarah my cup of coffee, I hurry over to the group of kids that have gathered.

On the ground in their midst lies a little brown-haired boy, crying, his knees and hands bloody. I ask the kids to give him some space and continue to play before I crouch down next to the little brown-haired boy, touching his shoulder gently.

“Hey, I’m here. You hurt your knees and hands pretty bad huh?”. He turns his tear-streaked face up and nods silently. “Did you hurt your head?”. He shakes his head no. “Do you mind if I checked?” Another headshake accompanied by a sniffle. I carefully lift his unruly brown hair from his forehead and check for any injuries, thankfully finding none.

“Okay, I’ll take you inside and we’ll take care of your wounds, come on”. I pick him up and he whimpers into my neck. “It’s okay, honey, you’ll be okay. What’s your name?”.

“F-felix” comes the muffled reply. “Wow, that’s a really awesome name, Felix!”. I ask Sarah to send one of my kids to the school secretary so she can call the parents to let them know their son has been hurt during recess and ask them to pick him up.

I carry the little boy inside and sit him down on the bench in front of the classroom. “I’ll be right back okay, don’t worry!”. Hurrying to get the first-aid kit from my classroom I return and crouch before him. Technically, I’m not allowed to treat kids for legal reasons, but our principal has given us some wiggle room for minor injuries like these, if we let the kids do it themselves. If they can’t do it, we have to call the parents to take their kids to a doctor or call an ambulance ourselves if we can’t reach them.

I crouch down in front of Felix and I can see the fear in his eyes as I explain to him what I’d need him to do. He sits up straight and takes a deep breath. “Okay. I’ll try it. I’ve read about first-aid in one of the big books at home, I think I can do it!”. “Oh, you mean your mom has read to you from one of these books?”.

A few emotions I can’t place pass over his face and he opens his mouth as if to say something, but thinks better of it at the last minute. “No, I can read them by myself.”, he says quietly. Not wanting to pry, I show him what to do and in no time his wounds are cleaned and sporting Ninjago band-aids.

“You did a really good job, Felix, you must be so proud of yourself!”, I praise him and give him an encouraging smile. He cocks his head to the side, eyeing me curiously, then breaks into a smile himself. “Thank you for showing me how to do it!”. He tries to move his legs and grimaces in pain.

Just then, his head turns and he jumps off the bench exclaiming “Dad!”.

I turn slowly to greet his father and as I look up at him, I find myself staring up at the most handsome man I have ever seen and my breath catches in my chest. When coming upon the phrase ‘He took my breath away’ in novels, I usually scoff and roll my eyes. Surely this doesn’t happen in real life. But here I am and, so help me God, I feel like there’s an elephant sitting on my chest.

His dad checking Felix over gives me a few moments to recover and, I’m not proud of it, to check him out. The first thing I notice is his strong jawline with a slight stubble, my eyes wandering further upwards to kind, hazel eyes watching his son, taking in the unruly head of brown hair so like his kid’s. Then, my eyes drop down to his mouth and notice the deliciously full bottom lip.

‘Oh Jesus, Mary and Joseph, how good would it feel to run your tongue-…. Get a hold of yourself Dana, this is so incredibly unprofessional! There’s a mother waiting at home for them, for goodness sake.’

I’m saved from my indecent thoughts by Felix turning towards me and I straighten up, wipe my sweaty hands on my skirt and hold out one, praying to God it’s not shaking with nervousness.

“Hi, I don’t think we’ve met, I’m Miss Scully, I teach fourth grade.” His big hand reach out to grab mine and as we touch, a tingle runs all the way up my arm. ‘Uh oh.’

He introduces himself as Fox Mulder and I try my very best not to be charmed by his smile and boyish demeanor. Thankfully, I manage to remember that I’m still on recess duty and it takes me all the way to the playground to get my breathing under control.

#xf #xf fanfic #the x files #msr #felix felicis

[official-weasley]

Tiger - (The Irreplaceable Charlie Weasley AU)

Warnings: is getting a pet a warning? 🤔🙈

Word count: 5,205

Characters: Charlie Weasley and my OC Nova from TICW which you can find here

Nova

“Mum, when is dad coming home?”

Aoede and I were sitting on our sofa, watching cartoons and eating cookies. An episode of Tom and Jerry just ended and Aoede noticed that Charlie wasn't home yet.

“In a few minutes, sweetheart.” I ran my fingers through her soft hair, getting another cookie from the bowl.

“Is he late?” Aoede posed another question.

“No. It's five minutes until 3 o'clock so he hasn't finished working yet.”

“I wish he didn't have to wolk that long.” Aoede sighed.

“Oh, sweetheart, me too. But he works every day until 5 or 6 so he is already coming early today because it's Friday.” I wiggled the bowl to switch Aoede's attention to cookies.

“Fliday and Sunday ale my favolite. You know why, mum?” Aoede turned to me before trying to stuff an entire cookie in her mouth.

“Why?” I giggled, watching the chocolate get smeared all over her face.

“On Fliday, daddy comes home earliel and we have a cuddle day and on Sunday we have pancakes fol blefcast.” Aoede clapped excitedly.

“Breakfast, Aoede.” I corrected her.

“Bleak...fast.” Aoede furrowed her brows trying to remember the word.

“There you go! Nice job!” I pulled her in a half hug.

She was sitting next to me because my belly was too big for her to sit in my lap.

“You know what,” I said after I took a bite of yet another cookie, “Fridays and Sundays are my favorite too.”

“Leally? Because of daddy being home and pancakes?” Aoede's eyes were sparkling.

“Because we all cuddle on the sofa and pancakes.” I sniggered.

“What about dad?” Aoede asked curiously.

“Meh.” I swung my hand, trying to sound uninterested.

“Mum,” Aoede gasped, “stop it! You love dad!”

“I do,” I giggled, “nothing gets past you, does it?”

“You tlied to tlick me!” Aoede fully turned to me and took my cookie. “No cookie fol you!”

“Hey, give that back, I'm eating for two!” I made puppy eyes at her.

“Those only wolk on dad, mum.” Aoede giggled and put my cookie in her mouth.

“You are too smart for a 3-year-old.” I playfully shook my head.

“I am just good at taking youl cookies,” Aoede said with her mouth full.

“Want to watch another episode or should we wait for dad?” I reached for the remote.

“Wait fol dad. I will talk to the baby now.” Aoede cleared her throat after finishing the cookie.

I still didn't like the fact that Charlie raised his voice at her the night Bill and Fleur came by. I wasn't used to it as my parents rarely had to do it with me and I have learned from them that most of the time just talking peacefully works wonders.

Before Aoede was even born, Charlie expressed his concern about how his mother always shouted at him and his siblings and that he doesn't want to be like her and made me swear that I would scold him if I ever notice he is turning into his mother.

He might not have shouted at Aoede like Molly used to shout at her boys, but it was evident that he has lost his temper with her and I wasn't okay with that. Especially, when Fleur told me that she was the same when her sister was born and later Bill trying to calm me down telling me that he and Charlie were the same when their younger siblings were born.

Charlie and Aoede worked it out the second Charlie and Bill came back inside and he apologized to me 3 times that night before we went to sleep.

Even though I forgave him the second he sat down and talked to our daughter I couldn't help but notice that by raising his voice Aoede started to warm up to the fact that she is getting a sibling.

The first thing she did, she asked me when the baby is coming. Then she asked Charlie if she can join him when he was singing to my belly. To say that we were both shocked by her sudden change of heart was an understatement but at the same time, we were over the roof about the fact that we could talk about the pregnancy in front of her without her glaring at us.

She usually played with her Unicorn plushie or did puzzles – which her grandpa Artie sent her the second we told him she finished the dinosaur one – when Charlie was either talking or singing to the baby. It was progress that she didn't mind, but last week she got curious and actually listened to what he was doing.

Two days ago, when Charlie was still at work, she stopped playing all of a sudden and walked to me, avoiding my eyes. I had never seen her so shy around me so I asked her what was going on. After a lot of mumbling to herself and fiddling with her fingers, she admitted that she would like to try and talk to the baby.

I did my best, hiding the fact that her action shocked me and made her sit next to me on the sofa so she could sit on my legs and talk to the baby. She only introduced herself before getting too shy and jumping off me to go back to her toys but it meant the world to me.

Charlie, of course, couldn't believe it when I told him and was hoping he would get to see it and since she wanted to do it again today, there wasn't a doubt in my mind that he will be able to witness this miracle sooner or later.

“Okay, whenever you are ready.” I smiled softly at her, gently stroking her hair.

“Hello.” She tapped on my belly so lightly that it tickled me. “Uhm, mum I don't know what to say.”

“Well, your dad usually tells the baby stories.” I encouraged her.

“Oh, I know plenty of those!” Aoede's eyes sparkled as they did every time she got an idea.

“Hi, baby!” She waved at my belly. “I love cookies. My uncle Geogie makes the best ones and I love when he comes and we make them togethel. I love the ones with chocolate the most! You will love uncle Geogie, he is so funny! But uncle Bill is my favolite. He has longel hail than dad and he lets me play with it. He isn't as funny as uncle Geogie but his stolies ale fun! He loves auntie Fleul. She is vely pletty and...”

Before Aoede could continue the front door unlocked and Charlie stepped inside.

“I'm home!” He sang.

“Daddy, shhh! I'm talking to the baby!” Aoede whispered with a finger in front of her mouth.

“You are what?” Charlie raised his eyebrows and locked eyes with mine.

“She's talking to the baby,” I whispered, trying not to giggle too much to disturb her.

Charlie was quick to put his jacket away so he could join us as he couldn't wait to be a part of this. He kissed Aoede's forehead and got a little groan in return for disturbing her. Then he gently pushed me upward so he could sit down and I positioned myself in his arms. He kissed the top of my head, listening to Aoede tell the baby all about her uncles and aunts and why she loves each of them.

“The last one is uncle Pelcy. I only saw him once. Daddy doesn't like him much I think...” Aoede gave her words some thought.

I looked up at Charlie who swallowed thickly, his eyes on our 3-year-old.

Percy came home for the first time about 2 months after the war. The reactions to his action varied. Arthur and Molly were just happy he was back. Ron, George, and Ginny didn't want to hear him out at all. Charlie and Bill were hesitant and asked him to give them some time to think everything through.

Because Charlie wanted Aoede to have all her uncles in her life, he invited Percy to stay with us at the end of last year. It was very awkward but I saw that Charlie tried to understand where Percy was coming from and even though their relationship is still a bit shaky, they exchange a few letters per month.

“I...ah, mum! Ah, what did I do?!” Aoede suddenly jumped in the air, her eyes widened in horror, looking at my belly.

“What happened?” Charlie got alarmed.

“Nothing,” I giggled, “the baby just kicked and Aoede felt it.”

“Oh.” Charlie sighed in relief, tightening his arms around me.

“The baby kicked?” Aoede tilted her head and slowly climbed back on my legs.

“Yes. That's what you felt.” I chuckled, finding her reaction amusing.

“I didn't hult you?” She was still in shock.

“No, sweetheart. You did the same when you were in my belly.” I gently grabbed her shoulder and pulled her toward me to give her a hug and calm her down.

“O-okay.” Aoede took a deep breath and buried her head in my shoulder.

“So, if I am not mistaken, it's cuddle day.” Charlie grinned at us, trying to make Aoede forget about the kick.

“Yes!” Aoede exclaimed and carefully climbed off me and jumped to the floor.

“Where are you going?” Charlie asked her as she started walking to the drawer where I had my art supplies.

“I want to look at mum's dlawings.” She explained as she pulled out one of my sketchbooks and walked back to us.

“I thought you'd want to watch cartoons.” Charlie teased her.

“No. Mum and I watched Tom and Jelly befole. I want to do this now.” She lifted her hands in the air for Charlie to help her back on the sofa.

“Do you want to watch a cartoon?” Charlie whispered in my ear.

“Sure.” I smiled at him and gave him the remote.

“Mum, look!” Aoede turned the sketchbook to me. “It's Blue but little!”

The sketchbook was opened on a drawing of a kneazle which I drew the year I came to Romania. Blue was Felix's kneazle and is now living with Andrei. Aoede loves to go there not only to play with the animal but also to spend time with Andrei who she calls her best friend.

The first time Andrei heard her say that he shed a tear and didn't understand what he did to deserve that title but gladly took it. Andrei is the one who first showed Aoede a picture of a unicorn and told her all sorts of stories about his interaction with the creature. Andrei is even better at telling stories than Charlie is so it's no surprise that unicorns are her favorite creatures.

“Yes, that's Blue when he was still a cub.” I thumbed through the book to find the other drawing of him. “See, that's him too.”

“Oh, so pletty. I love Blue, mum.” Aoede was admiring my drawing, her eyes sparkling.

“I know you do, sweetheart.” I watched her trace her little finger over the lines of Blue's ears.

“Mum, can we get a kneazle?” Aoede said more to herself than to me.

“You think you are old enough to take care of a kneazle?” I raised my eyebrows at her.

“Yes! My best fliend showed me how to feed Blue and how to make Blue's ful look pletty and shiny!” Aoede closed the sketchbook, her eyes locking with mine.

“Hmm,” I tapped my chin with my finger, giving the idea some thought. “I love your idea.”

I grinned at her, making her eyes even bigger and if it would be possible sparks would fly out of them.

“But we have to ask dad first.” I pressed my lips together knowing this is going to be very amusing to watch.

“Dad, dad! Mum and I want a kneazle!” Aoede was shaking from excitement.

“What now?” Charlie mumbled, his eyes still on the telly.

“A kneazle, dad! Oh, can we? Please!”

“What about a kneazle, Pumpkin?” Charlie asked absentmindedly.

“We want one!” Aoede started to look annoyed because Charlie still didn't look at her.

“Wait what?” Charlie turned down the volume and looked at his daughter.

“We want a kneazle, dad! We want a kneazle!” Aoede bounced on my legs.

“We?” Charlie cocked an eyebrow, his gaze switching from Aoede to me.

“I said she has to ask you first.” I winked at him.

“Why me? Why do I have to decide?” Charlie narrowed his eyes at me.

“You're the man of the house, aren't you?” I sniggered.

“Right.” Charlie nodded his head, still a bit confused about how we are suddenly discussing having a pet. “Well, what did you say?” He whispered to me.

“I said that I love her idea,” I replied.

“You did?” Charlie tilted his head. “You think she's ready to have a pet?”

“I am!” Aoede crossed her arms on her chest.

“Love, we are 14 days from your due date, we'll be busy with the baby. How are you planning to take care of a kneazle too?”

“You are making some good points, Charles.” I nodded. “However, I think Aoede has enough experience because of Blue to take care of one.”

“She's 3!” Charlie exclaimed.

“So that's a no?” I pouted. “I think that's a no, Aoede.”

“Why!” Aoede whined.

“Wait, how do you think this is a good idea?” Charlie ignored our daughter.

“Well, you know I wanted to get a pet ever since we moved to Romania but then we didn't have the time and now we have a house and you know we will always find an excuse and honestly since we both love animals so much, it's a miracle we don't have a zoo already.”

“Okay, true, but you know that Aoede is too young to take care of it alone and I will be at work so you will have to feed it and everything.” Charlie sighed.

“I am aware of that, Char. But it would also be a good opportunity to teach Aoede to be responsible and I can handle a toddler, a baby, and a kneazle.”

“Daddy, please!” Aoede looked at Charlie with the biggest puppy eyes I have ever seen. “I will help mummy, I plomise. I will feed it evely molning and evely night and I will tlain him to poop and I will give him lots of cuddles!”

“Yeah, there's no doubt about the last one.” Charlie tried not to look at Aoede because he knew he won't be able to resist her looking at him like that.

“Admit it, you want it too.” I nudged him, whispering.

“Of course, I want it.” Charlie ran his hand across his face, still not fully convinced.

“So we ale getting a kneazle?” Aoede gasped.

“Oh, I don't know.” Charlie gave it some thought.

“Please!” Aoede and I said in unison, making puppy eyes at Charlie.

“I swear if our second born has your eyes, you three will be the death of me.” Charlie sighed in defeat.

“I think that's a yes, Aoede.” I giggled and high-fived her.

“Yes!” Aoede thrust her hands in the air, carefully climbed off me, and started dancing around the living room.

“I can't believe I was the one who needed convincing for us to have a pet,” Charlie whispered after a few moments of us giggling and watching out daughter celebrate.

“I know it's kind of an impulsive and an irresponsible decision but I know we can do it and I believe Aoede will take care of it. She loves to help Andrei with Blue and honestly, he has taught her a lot about kneazles.” I defended my decision.

“That's true, she is pretty responsible for her age and I guess it would be a good distraction for her from the baby in case she ought to change her mind.” Charlie scratched the stubble below his chin.

“I mean we kind of owe her for having another baby.” I chuckled.

“Oh, great. So what are we getting her when we're having our third child?” Charlie raised his eyebrows at me, looking amused.

“Let this one be born first, will you?” I laughed.

“I can't wait.” He kissed me first on the nose, then on the lips.

“So, are you really okay with it?” I asked.

“Yeah, why not.” Charlie shrugged. “You tamed a chimera which is supposed to be untamable, how hard can having a kneazle be?”

“I guess we'll find out soon.” I nodded my head at Aoede who was still running around the room shouting that we are getting a kneazle.

Charlie

The morning after we decided to get a kneazle, we visited Andrei to see if he knows anyone who breeds them. Even though my girls convinced me to get one, I still wasn't sure it was a good idea. It wasn't that I didn't want one – in that regard, I thought it was a good idea too – but I was worried for Nova and how she'll be able to handle everything while I'm at work.

The second pregnancy has been draining her and I have no idea how she will be after she gives birth and Aoede is getting more energetic each day and even though I will help her as much as I possibly can, I will have to go to work too and I don't want Nova to be exhausted for the next year because we decided to get a pet.

When we woke up in the morning I told Nova that I will ask Andrei if he thinks it's a good idea and if he reckons we can take care of one with having a baby on the way.

We walked to the Sanctuary – well Aoede ran most of the way because she was too excited – and knocked on Andrei's door when we reached his cottage.

“Aoede! What a pleasant surprise!” Andrei grinned when he saw our little one.

He picked her up and twirled her in the air.

“Andy, Andy, we are getting a kneazle!” Aoede told him the news the second he put her down.

“You are?” He bestowed her with a grin before turning to us. “That's sudden.”

“Yes, very,” I spoke first.

“Charlie thinks it's a bad idea with the baby on the way.” Nova followed.

“I think your timing couldn't be more perfect,” Andrei said casually.

“Really?” Nova and I said together.

“Kneazles are the best pets to the people they can trust and they tend to trust children more. Aoede is great with Blue, he simply adores her meaning she is trustworthy. If a kneazle trusts the whole family then they are better behaved than most cats. All you'll have to do is feed it, comb its fur around 3 times per week and play with it, which I think won't be a problem.” Andrei nodded his head to where Aoede was sitting on the floor, playing with Blue.

“So they aren't too high maintenance?” Charlie wanted to know.

“Not at all. They are a much better first-time pet than crups. They learn faster because they are highly intelligent and they don't have as much energy as crups so they mostly like to cuddle with you.” Andrei continued with a smile on his face.

He then asked us how we came to the idea and Nova explained how Aoede saw Blue in my sketchbook and made him laugh when she told him how they convinced me to get one.

“Why were you against it, Charles? You and Nova have been discussing getting a pet since you moved here.” Andrei teased him.

“That's what I said!” Nova chuckled.

“Well, I was just hesitant with the new baby and I won't be home all the time to help around the house and...” I sighed. “I guess I just got worried.”

“Understandable,” Andrei nodded, “you know you'll get some time off when the baby arrives and in case your kneazle will be too much to handle you can always bring it here.”

“Thank you, Andrei.” His words calmed me down.

“Do you know anyone who breeds them or where we could get one?” I wanted to know.

“Mary would be your best call. She lives in the same village you do and Felix got Blue from her.” Andrei answered my question.

“Wait, you mean Mary Hucklewood? The one that has the drug store?” Nova got excited.

“The very same!” Andrei smiled.

“Oh, that's going to be easy, Char! She's a really sweet lady. I had no idea she's a kneazle breeder.”

“Yeah! Her kneazles won some amazing awards on shows and such. I am sure she'll be able to tell you more!” Andrei looked towards where Aoede was still playing with Blue.

“Did you hear, Pumpkin? We know where to get a kneazle.” I kneeled next to her and rubbed Blue's belly.

“Leally? Can we go now?” Aoede gasped.

“We can't just leave Andrei after being here for 10 minutes.” Nova giggled.

“I would love to come with you if you'll have me. I have to buy some groceries anyway and I haven't seen Mary for a long time.” Andrei said, winking at Aoede.

“See! We can go now! We can go now!” Aoede was jumping up and down.

Without saying another word, we walked to the door and headed back to the village.

“How are you feeling?” I asked Nova as we were walking hand in hand, Andrei, and Aoede right in front of us.

“The walk is doing me good. My feet hurt but I had to move from that sofa eventually.” She said softly. “Not 14 days before your due date.” I tried hiding the concern in my voice. “And I'll massage your feet the second we get home.”

“Thank you, Char.” Nova smiled appreciatively at me before turning to see what made Aoede squeak.

“Mummy, daddy, we're here!” She pointed at the house on our left, hardly containing her excitement.

“Now, Aoede, even if Mary has a kneazle for us to adopt, it doesn't mean we will get it today, okay?” I kneeled next to her.

“I know, dad.” Aoede sighed disappointedly but I knew she understood the situation.

“Go ahead, then. Knock on the door.” Nova nudged her so she got closer.

Aoede took a deep breath and knocked on the door so gently that I was sure the lady inside the house won't be able to hear her.

It was amusing to see Aoede nervous but in a way admiring to watch her in this state because she showed me that despite being so young, this means a lot to her.

“I think we should let Aoede do all the talking so that we see if she is really ready for this,” I whispered to my wife.

“Okay, she seems a bit nervous.” Nova giggled.

“Yeah, she's adorable.” I followed her lead, waiting for someone to get the door.

“Maybe you should knock again, Pumpkin.” I encouraged our daughter when she started to turn around to look at us.

She did as she was told, her knock more determined this time.

“I'm coming, I'm coming! Pretzel, dear, move to the side so I can open the door.” We heard the voice in the house say.

The door creaked opened and a lady in her fifties was standing in the doorway.

“Andrei, Nova! What a pleasant surprise!” The woman grinned at them.

To me, the woman seemed familiar but Nova usually paid more attention to people than I did because she reckoned that we should know the people who live around us in case there would be any spies – that was back when we were at war.

“Hi, Mary! Long time no see!” Andrei waved at the woman.

“And you must be Nova's husband Charlie and I bet this little cutie is Aoede.” She locked eyes with me and smiled before bending down to shake Aoede's hand.

“That is me!” Aoede beamed. “Maly, this is my best fliend Andy and my mummy and daddy and we ale hele because you gave Blue to Andy and mummy and I want a kneazle. See, daddy isn't sule but he said that we can have one if we will take cale of it and I plomise, I plomise Maly that I will take the best cale of my kneazle. Blue leally likes me!”

Nova and I chuckled at Aoede's enthusiasm, Mary however looked surprised.

“You sure know how to make a good first impression, Aoede,” Mary said after waiting for a moment longer if Aoede is done talking.

“And all that she said is true, she is amazing with Blue and he adores her.” Andrei supported Aoede's statement.

“Oh, I have no doubt about that.” Mary nodded toward Aoede who was petting one of Mary's kneazles. “Pretzel doesn't trust a lot of people and he has certainly never let anyone touch him the first time he meets them, so your daughter is really good with animals.”

I blinked a few times before exchanging a look with Nova – getting all teary-eyed and proud of my daughter. From the looks of it, Nova wasn't doing any better, as she sniffed and couldn't stop smiling.

“Unfortunately, you would have to wait until the next year. I have given away the good kneazles from my last litter a few weeks ago so I am afraid you are too late.” Mary bowed her head, sadly. “Kneazles breed only once per year, if they do, so it's hard to say.”

“Oh,” Aoede tried her hardest not to sound disappointed even though I could see her eyes filling with tears.

“What did you mean with the good kneazles?” I asked.

“The ones that are suitable for shows and further breeding,” Mary explained.

“We would have it as a pet and we are not looking to breed kneazles.” Nova's voice turned cheerful.

“Well,” Mary put her hands on her hips, “there is one then. I was planning to keep him for myself but if he'd like you I would gladly give him to you.”

She invited us inside and we followed her upstairs.

“What's wrong with him?” Nova wanted to know.

“He is completely healthy and loves to eat,” Mary laughed, “but there was an accident when the litter was a few weeks old.”

“What happened?” Aoede got curious.

“He was trying to make friends with my Venomous Tentacula.”

Mary opened the door and motioned with her hand that we should come inside.

“Hi, sweetness, I brought you some company,” Mary said in a baby voice.

The room was full of kneazle equipment and the kneazle Mary addressed was the only one inside. He was orange with brown spots and the only thing I could see being wrong with him was the tipped left ear.

Andrei, Nova, and I stood in the doorway while Nova encouraged Aoede to enter the room. She made a cautious step toward Mary, fidgeting with her fingers.

“Go on, he's friendly.” Mary smiled at Aoede.

Aoede took a deep breath and sat down. Nova's eyebrows raised, while Andrei and I exchanged a look.

Aoede didn't move nor called the kneazle, she waited patiently for him to come to her. Since kneazles are big on trust this was a smart move and it blew me away that my three-year-old knew what to do.

The kneazle tilted its head to the side and observed Aoede as if she was the only one in the room. He looked very playful and after a few moments approached Aoede carefully. He sat down right in front of her and tilted his head again.

I have never seen my daughter sit so still. She was always running around or talking to us or drawing on my arm or making ponytails on my head or painting my nails. The only time she didn't move was when she was sleeping and even then we sometimes found her on the other side of the bed compared to where she fell asleep.

I can't find the words to express how proud I was of her at that moment and I felt like crying and hugging her and telling her that she's the best but I had to be patient like she was with the kneazle and do that later. If nothing else her behavior proved to me that she was ready to have a pet.

The kneazle took another step forward and extended his paw toward Aoede. She carefully moved her right arm and placed her hand over his paw. The creature purred and jumped in Aoede's arms.

“Oh, how wonderful!” Mary clapped excitedly.

Andrei looked almost as proud as I did and I caught myself observing the scene with my mouth open.

“Yeah...wonderful.” I turned to Nova who was sobbing and brushing away her tears.

“Oh, you ale so pletty! Look at youl ful and colols and oh,” Aoede gasped, “look at youl eal!”

“That's Tentacula's work.” Mary shook her head.

“He is pelfect!” Aoede turned around to see our reaction.

“I think he likes you, Pumpkin.” I sent her a wink.

“Mhm,” Nova mumbled, looking ever so proud.

“He's all yours, Aoede.” Mary walked to her and put her hand on her shoulder.

“I have to ask mummy and daddy filst.” Aoede gently hugged the kneazle and placed him on the ground so she could stand up.

“Can we have him, dad?” Aoede stopped in front of me, looking up and waiting for my answer.

I turned my head to Nova to see what she has to say about it. She nodded her head slightly and I bent down to our daughter.

“We can have him.”

“What is his name?” Aoede asked all of a sudden as if she has just remembered she doesn't know his name yet.

“I didn't name him for some reason. I just kept calling him sweetness, so the honor is all yours.” Mary smiled at her.

“Oh!” Aoede's eyes sparkled as she was thinking of the name. “Tigel!”

“Tiger?” Nova, Andrei, and I said at the same time.

“Tigel,” Aoede repeated.

“You're going to name a creature after another creature?” I raised my eyebrow.

“You're the one to talk!” Nova laughed. “Have you forgotten that you named an abraxan at my aunt's Dragon?” She nudged me with her elbow.

“Touché. I completely forgot about that.” I felt the heat on my cheeks as I scratched the back of my head.

—

“Another thing she has after you.” Nova giggled.

“And what's that?” I put my arm around her waist as we walked toward our house.

Andrei was helping Aoede carry Tiger and all the supplies Mary gave us for him.

“She is as bad at naming creatures as you are.” Nova pressed more into me, while I just playfully rolled my eyes.

I didn't care what she named him. Aoede had many moments so far that made me a proud father but her interaction with the kneazle beat all of those moments' arses by far and even though she probably got her intuition for animals from Nova, I was happy that she got the creature-naming after me – even though, I had to agree, not the best trait to inherit.

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Ch.10: The Two-Tails (2)

Mito arrives to a quiet room. Too calm for her liking. Naruto sits in front of strewn papers, a contemplating look on his face. 

    “You can’t go,” is the first thing that comes out of her mouth. 

    But her grandson looks at her, smiles like always, and then shares with her their plan to uncover some secrets they think are lurking under the waters.

    Mito throws doubts and worries at every turn, and even though the Inuzuka’s leader and Shino agree with them, Naruto explains his reasoning. Shikamaru offering advice whenever it is needed. 

    It is late into the night when they decide to adjourn and meet again tomorrow. As details and responsibilities are yet to be decided. And although the meeting’s details are secret and are not to be shared with anyone, when Mito meets Minato, like many other times -as ordered by their clan leader- she can share her knowledge with him. 

    She doesn’t know what it means that at the end of the day, the only thing she can do is hope for the best. 

    It is harsh to see Minato’s feelings all over the place and then settle. “I understand.” 

    It is harsh to see a reflection of herself reminding her that as usual, they can only nod and trudge behind Naruto. Eyes downcast, fingers crossed. Hoping for the best. 

    Again.

    As always.

⁂⁂⁂

Hinata feels Naruto coming with a certainty she herself has come to find eerie. She leaves the book beside her before the sliding door begins to open. Quietly.

    Naruto looks inside the room with his brows furrowed. “I didn’t wake you, did I?”

    Hinata feels her shoulders drop and a smile creep up on her face the moment his blonde hair comes into view. “No, you d-didn’t.” He walks without making a sound whenever he comes late, he leaves without her noticing every morning. She supposes it is a mixture of Naruto really wanting to give her rest and her body being more tired, but she has been missing him coming and going a few times already.

    She misses him. 

    His mood changes from one of concern to one of playfulness. His clothes come off in a flash, and he barely puts on his sleepwear before he decides to slide into their bed and snuggle into Hinata’s body. 

    His nose nuzzles against her side, his arms around her. And Hinata is immediately grateful she waited for him. 

The bigger she gets the closer she wants to be with him, and knowing that Naruto will have to be away for more than a week... she can’t help but resent that meeting. 

Day after day, all day long away from her. In between Jiraiya's training, taking care of the clan in these unprecedented times and now a Beast Tamer meeting, Naruto has more on his plate than before. And Hinata can’t really bring herself to whine about how much she misses her husband. 

Naruto lays kisses on her stomach, where his hand travels along the way of her bump, and then he moves upward. A trail of kisses that make Hinata’s skin tingle. His head moves closer and closer to hers and she can’t help but feel exhilarated. 

It’s one look. One look from Naruto’s blue eyes before he dips his mouth to hers that sends her spiralling down between lust and concern. She doesn’t know which is more prevalent.

Naruto has been nothing but optimistic about his trip, nothing but calm and composed. But Hinata knows. Even with Lord Minato, Lady Mito and Jiraiya being full of plans and measures and assurances, they can’t hide their tension. Nobody near her can hide their anxiety completely.

Hinata knows. And there’s also one thing else she knows, has always known.

She can’t do anything. 

So when Naruto kisses her with the slightest of intent Hinata melts. Because she has missed his body and his care and his touch and knowing that he will soon face danger just makes her more eager to touch and seek and bring him to her. 

Naruto comes out of their kiss gasping for air, and the air around him shifts immediately. His hands roam Hinata’s body, but now they grab and pull. Hinata moans and Naruto devours her.

“It’s late,” he shares. A quick glance to the clock that doesn’t stop him from the task at hand.

Hinata doesn’t care. She was hoping. Wondering whether Naruto would have the energy for this, would share the hunger that seeps out of her. His hand cups her breast and he massages. Her breasts are bigger now. Bigger than before, as if that was possible. But she doesn’t care. Has come to even be proud of it. 

“I d-don’t mind.” 

Naruto’s face comes down her body, leaving wet kisses down her jaw, her neck. He reaches into her clothes and exposes one breast before bringing it into his mouth. The feeling of his tongue is enough to make Hinata moan and drag her nails across his back, so when he sucks and bites, she arches towards him. Her stomach pressing into her clothes. 

“Let me,” he gasps. His own sleepwear is halfway off, his shoulders and chest exposed. He unties Hinata’s sleepwear and the light of the candle shines on her exposed belly, her rising chest. 

Naruto feels his erection against his underwear with a clarity that’s uncomfortable, urging him to find release. But he can’t help but stare at his wife. Her arms are in front of her chest, as she has always been conscious of them. He was already entranced by the way her breasts couldn’t be hidden behind her arms before, now… now the sight is enough to make him cone. 

Naruto can feel himself growing frustrated by the second. His own body screaming to find her entrance, to find comfort. He lets his hands roam around her body, digs his fingers where her body is plump. Hinata squirms under him and follows his hands with her own, her chest exposed. 

Naruto comes closer, his groin flush against hers, and the heat makes him groan in pleasure. Their hands rest on Hinata’s growing belly and Naruto doubles over, his mouth over her heart. He lets his tongue greet her skin first before kissing the same spot. 

“I love you.”

There is no answer and Naruto raises his eyes to meet Hinata’s, as she has never let his confessions go unanswered before. 

Her eyes are filled with tears and her lips are pressed together. It takes him less than a second to understand what’s going on. 

But he refuses to make promises. So he softens his touch, kisses every part he can reach as he makes his way down to Hinata’s belly. 

“I love you. I love you. I love you,” he whispers as his mouth travels down. He stops when he reaches her stomach. Bulging and growing and with child.

His child.

“I love you,” he breathes and he brings Hinata’s hand to his mouth, playfully bites her before placing a kiss on her palm. He lets her hand rest on his cheek, and he feels himself choke up on emotion, too. He doesn’t know when he will be able to settle her worries, doesn’t know when he will have the confidence to say everything will be all right. 

So the only thing that’s left for him is to profess his love for her. Confess time and time again and hoping that that is enough for her to stay. To love him back. To withstand whatever he puts her through.

… what an idiot. 

When does love become resentment? He’s scared to find out, even scared to think about it. 

Hinata brings her legs around him, grabs his arms in order to pull him into her. His hands to either side of Hinata’s, her eyes staring back.

“I l-love you, too.” 

He chuckles before cupping her face and kissing her. His tongue to hers, the tingle on his body just growing stronger. Hinata finds his erection and touches around his head, sucking on his lips as he gasps for air. 

“Can I-?” He starts, but Hinata is already pulling down his underwear. 

He’s a soaking mess and finding Hinata in the same situation makes him smirk. “Love…”

“I missed y-you-” Hinata can’t finish her sentence, as Naruto pushes inside. Her head presses into the floor, her hips raise and her fingers dig into his arms. Yes. She lets out a throaty moan that resonates throughout the room. Naruto starts with slow thrusts that make Hinata's libido soar. 

His hands on her stomach, his eyes on the up and down of her chest. "You all right?" He asks, voice hoarse, muscles tight as he keeps on with his movement. 

Hinata nods. She bites her lips as her body asks for more. "H-harder," she whimpers. 

Naruto brings his knees forward, presses his body flush against her own, his own abdomen touching her pregnant belly. His whole body enveloping hers. He worries for a second, is about to show concern for Hinata's comfort, but then she crosses her arms around his neck, brings his head close to hers. Her mouth to his ear. Her moans right next to him. 

"Tell me if you feel any discomfort," he groans and then pushes himself to the hilt. Hinata's body arches even more and Naruto can feel her chest against him. He keeps on with his movement. Can feel the sweat pooling at his neck, the sound of their bodies colliding growing wetter by the second. 

Hinata drags her nails across his cheek as one of her arms snakes between their bodies. She touches herself and Naruto can feel the immediate clamping of her body around him. 

"You coming, love?"

His lips ghost over hers and Hinata moans into him, gives him open-mouthed kisses Naruto devours. Her hand brings his head closer to hers, her lips bite at his skin as she feels herself unravel and reach her peak. Her legs close tight over him and Naruto follows her mouth as she moves to the side in a silent moan that only brings sound after Naruto grabs her thigh and presses further inside. Her body trembling all over. 

She feels herself reaching for him, and Naruto catches her hands and brings them to his face, drags them across his chest. Naruto's movements are now slower, deeper. His eyes are closed and Hinata gets lost watching as the sweat makes his skin shine. As there are streaks of sweat moving down his tight muscles.

Naruto opens his mouth but no sound comes. His hips stutter and he comes with his mouth on her neck, a low growl resonating in his chest. He pulls out and the loss of warmth makes Hinata squirm under him, but he comes back immediately. His wet erection against her stomach. Naruto thrusts against her and his hand finds hers, as the other presses down his penis against her skin. 

His eyes are open now and they travel up her body before settling at her face. He groans before his sperm shoots out again, adorning her belly. Hinata brings her hand up, places her fingers where she feels his seed, drags her hand across her stomach.

Naruto feels his chest rising and falling, and he feels like there isn't enough air around him. He pumps his penis a couple more times, and lets what's left of his semen fall on Hinata. 

Again.

Again and again.

He doubles over and covers Hinata's mouth with his. A deep kiss, where his tongue reaches and where their saliva intermingles and overflows around their mouth. 

A hungry kiss. 

Hinata’s white eyes lock him in place. She brushes his hair back and smiles. 

"S-so handsome."

Naruto chuckles. He falls into her, letting his weight press down but also keeping in mind her condition. He buries his hand on her hair, tilts her head to kiss her better. He sits on his heels and drags his mouth over her chest, he kneels and kisses her stomach, drags his hand over his own seed. He lets his hand fall on her thighs and drowns on her image. 

He looks at the clock. 

And Hinata sits in front of him, brings her mouth to his neck. Her hand to his penis, his inner thighs. 

"It's late," Naruto repeats, with no intention to stop her. 

Hinata’s mouth travels down his shoulders, his chest, his stomach. She settles between his legs and kisses his thighs. 

"I d-don’t mind."

And then she brings his penis into her mouth.

#naruto #naruhina #Naruto Uzumaki #Hinata Hyuga #uzumaki naruto #hyuga hinata #fanfiction #fanfic #beast tamers #ch.10 #part 2 #(◔◡◔) #I finished writing this and went they really went and had sex the whole chapter huh #What can I say I regret nothing. #Take care and see you next week!