An Article from Neena Susan Thomas
“Through a rapist’s eyes. A group of rapists and date rapists in prison were interview…ed on what they look for in a potential victim and here are some interesting facts:
1] The first thing men look for in a potential victim is hairstyle. They are most likely to go after a woman with a ponytail, bun! , braid, or other hairstyle that can easily be grabbed. They are also likely to go after a woman with long hair. Women with short hair are not common targets.
2] The second thing men look for is clothing. They will look for women who’s clothing is easy to remove quickly. Many of them carry scissors around to cut clothing.
3] They also look for women using their cell phone, searching through their purse or doing other activities while walking because they are off guard and can be easily overpowered.
4] The number one place women are abducted from / attacked at is grocery store parking lots.
5] Number two is office parking lots/garages.
6] Number three is public restrooms.
7] The thing about these men is that they are looking to grab a woman and quickly move her to a second location where they don’t have to worry about getting caught.
8] If you put up any kind of a fight at all, they get discouraged because it only takes a minute or two for them to realize that going after you isn’t worth it because it will be time-consuming.
9] These men said they would not pick on women who have umbrellas,or other similar objects that can be used from a distance, in their hands.
10] Keys are not a deterrent because you have to get really close to the attacker to use them as a weapon. So, the idea is to convince these guys you’re not worth it.
POINTS THAT WE SHOULD REMEMBER:
1] If someone is following behind you on a street or in a garage or with you in an elevator or stairwell, look them in the face and ask them a question, like what time is it, or make general small talk: can’t believe it is so cold out here, we’re in for a bad winter. Now that you’ve seen their faces and could identify them in a line- up, you lose appeal as a target.
2] If someone is coming toward you, hold out your hands in front of you and yell Stop or Stay back! Most of the rapists this man talked to said they’d leave a woman alone if she yelled or showed that she would not be afraid to fight back. Again, they are looking for an EASY target.
3] If you carry pepper spray (this instructor was a huge advocate of it and carries it with him wherever he goes,) yelling I HAVE PEPPER SPRAY and holding it out will be a deterrent.
4] If someone grabs you, you can’t beat them with strength but you can do it by outsmarting them. If you are grabbed around the waist from behind, pinch the attacker either under the arm between the elbow and armpit or in the upper inner thigh – HARD. One woman in a class this guy taught told him she used the underarm pinch on a guy who was trying to date rape her and was so upset she broke through the skin and tore out muscle strands the guy needed stitches. Try pinching yourself in those places as hard as you can stand it; it really hurts.
5] After the initial hit, always go for the groin. I know from a particularly unfortunate experience that if you slap a guy’s parts it is extremely painful. You might think that you’ll anger the guy and make him want to hurt you more, but the thing these rapists told our instructor is that they want a woman who will not cause him a lot of trouble. Start causing trouble, and he’s out of there.
6] When the guy puts his hands up to you, grab his first two fingers and bend them back as far as possible with as much pressure pushing down on them as possible. The instructor did it to me without using much pressure, and I ended up on my knees and both knuckles cracked audibly.
7] Of course the things we always hear still apply. Always be aware of your surroundings, take someone with you if you can and if you see any odd behavior, don’t dismiss it, go with your instincts. You may feel little silly at the time, but you’d feel much worse if the guy really was trouble.
FINALLY, PLEASE REMEMBER THESE AS WELL ….
1. Tip from Tae Kwon Do: The elbow is the strongest point on your body. If you are close enough to use it, do it.
2. Learned this from a tourist guide to New Orleans : if a robber asks for your wallet and/or purse, DO NOT HAND IT TO HIM. Toss it away from you…. chances are that he is more interested in your wallet and/or purse than you and he will go for the wallet/purse. RUN LIKE MAD IN THE OTHER DIRECTION!
3. If you are ever thrown into the trunk of a car: Kick out the back tail lights and stick your arm out the hole and start waving like crazy. The driver won’t see you but everybody else will. This has saved lives.
4. Women have a tendency to get into their cars after shopping,eating, working, etc., and just sit (doing their checkbook, or making a list, etc. DON’T DO THIS! The predator will be watching you, and this is the perfect opportunity for him to get in on the passenger side,put a gun to your head, and tell you where to go. AS SOON AS YOU CLOSE the DOORS , LEAVE.
5. A few notes about getting into your car in a parking lot, or parking garage:
a. Be aware: look around your car as someone may be hiding at the passenger side , peek into your car, inside the passenger side floor, and in the back seat. ( DO THIS TOO BEFORE RIDING A TAXI CAB) .
b. If you are parked next to a big van, enter your car from the passenger door. Most serial killers attack their victims by pulling them into their vans while the women are attempting to get into their cars.
c. Look at the car parked on the driver’s side of your vehicle, and the passenger side. If a male is sitting alone in the seat nearest your car, you may want to walk back into the mall, or work, and get a guard/policeman to walk you back out. IT IS ALWAYS BETTER TO BE SAFE THAN SORRY. (And better paranoid than dead.)
6. ALWAYS take the elevator instead of the stairs. (Stairwells are horrible places to be alone and the perfect crime spot).
7. If the predator has a gun and you are not under his control, ALWAYS RUN! The predator will only hit you (a running target) 4 in 100 times; And even then, it most likely WILL NOT be a vital organ. RUN!
8. As women, we are always trying to be sympathetic: STOP IT! It may get you raped, or killed. Ted Bundy, the serial killer, was a good-looking, well educated man, who ALWAYS played on the sympathies of unsuspecting women. He walked with a cane, or a limp, and often asked “for help” into his vehicle or with his vehicle, which is when he abducted his next victim.
Send this to any woman you know that may need to be reminded that the world we live in has a lot of crazies in it and it’s better safe than sorry.
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THIS COULD ACTUALLY SAVE A LIFE.”
Sirius looking at Harry at some point when he’s eighteen and realizing for the first time how painfully young Regulus was when he died–and how brave he was for what he did at that age.
“If someone truly loves you, distance would never be a problem.”
— Unknown
Gif source: Finn
Imagine reuniting with Finn and your son when they arrive in New Orleans.
——— Request for anon ———
It did not take long for you to learn of what you were. A vampire. The first of them, and, at first, you believed yourself to be alone. Cursed to a life without your family, your village— anything other than an insatiable thirst that forced ruin in your wake.
Then, after centuries, you heard whispers of others. Of a family, the Originals, they’d been called. Named on the tongue of vampires you had not sired, the thing of legends and myths. You collected just enough information to peak your interest— to give you hope.
But for the life of you, you could not catch up to them. As if each time you would find their location, they were forced from it just as suddenly by some unknown entity.
You had not expected New Orleans to be any different than it had been a century ago. You had expected to arrive, defeated, to the aftermath and the evidence of their presence— just enough to convince you of their existence, but not enough to keep them there. The ages had made you tired, to the brink of exhaustion, as you chased after them hopelessly, over and over again.
In the dead of night, you had not expected to see him, of all things, after all these tireless years. He had been reserved for your memories, a ghost in the depths of your mind that fueled your hope, but to see him now, finally, you can hardly believe it.
“Finn,” falls softly from your lips, carried along the faint tune of a saxophone playing deeper in the quarter, the cheers of tourists and laughter of locals fading in the night between you. He looked just as young as you, immortality adorning him in an eternal youth much like it had you. His hair is much shorter, cropped, a product of the times you found yourselves in. Nothing like how it had been when you’d fallen in love with him, back when the Vikings had roamed the earth.
His eyes, however, they showed the truth of him. Weary and wise, like they had seen it all— which, you’re quite certain they had, if your own life was any example to go by. They watch you, conflicted and disbelieving, as if he cannot fathom your appearance before him any more than you could of him.
In the blink of an eye, he’s before you, warm hand at your jaw, cupping familiarly as your name finds purchase on his tongue. It’s choked, as if holding back a shuddering sob, before his lips crash down against your own.
Your heart breaks, and picks up its own pieces to put itself back together, all at once. He was real. Not a figment of your imagination or an insanity born from hopeless need. Your hands grasp the polyester of his shirt, grasping him to you for the first time in forever, it felt like.
“How,” he chokes out, and you shake your head. That was a question for his mother, but you doubted even she knew, for she certainly would not have left you had she known.
“Our son,” you ask, but dare not hope for him. It had been centuries, and you had learned they were not so kind. How could a child grow in the death that had surrounded you?
“He,” he breaks, and for a moment your suspicions are confirmed. He must have died long ago. Finn clears his throat, a smile breaking against his lips as his forehead presses against your own, “He is not as you remember him. He walks in the body of a man, now. You’ve missed so much.”
“He’s alive?” there’s no hiding your happy sob, as your husband wipes tears from your cheeks.
“Yes,” he nods, “you should meet him.”
Pairing: Jake Hangman Seresin x Reader, Bradley Rooster Bradshaw x wife (the missus)
Summary: Jake gets the best surprise his wife could give him before both of them get surprised with the gender of their little one. In true Hangman fashion, he organized something grand.
Warnings: pregnancy, friendly banter (Rooster and Hangman together is a warning itself), fluff
Wordcount: 3.8K
A/N: Before I say anything I have to thank @princessmisery666 who has been the best champ, helping me along the way and even beta-ing a part of this story. Without her, I would have given up on this halfway through but her input and persistence helped me finish this. Thank you so much for this dear! <3 This is inspired by my headcanon, also called 'The Competition never ends'. Hopefully, I'll be able to write a second (following Rooster and his wife) and a third part too!
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He still remembered the day he met his future wife. The woman who he would fall head over heels in love with and that would be his utmost priority for the rest of his life. There was a time in his life in which he had never expected to find love. A rather long part of his life in which he could have never pictured marriage to be something for him.
Jake Seresin had been a ladies man. He had enjoyed being a bachelor and living his life freely. One woman after another he had in his bed, but never the same woman twice, during his time as a Cadet at Top Gun. Even later on when he returned for a mission that would change his life and gave him a group of friends and colleagues for just as long.
Just like the first gift of found family, life had given him this second gift. A woman to love, who was worth settling for.
Their wedding day would be one he would never forget. The moment she walked down the aisle in that beautiful dress, eyes sparkling with tears full of happiness and the brightest smile.
He had promised her everything that day. To make every day the best she had, better than the day before, for her to never be sad and always smile. He had promised to give her everything that she could need or want, and that he would make her happy.
And then, in the end, she was the one that gave him the greatest gift.
He was so tired that day. Work had been long and draining, he had lost hours of training to do maintenance on his plane to correct a mistake an engineer had made. One little mistake that cost him not just time but also lots of nerves.
Seeing his wife had made him smile. The smile she gave him in return was almost enough to melt away the exhaustion of his work day.
And then she gave him a small box, a present she told him, even though his birthday was still months away and there was no anniversary of theirs any time soon.
“What’s in it, Sugar?” he had asked her, curious and impatient to wait for the reveal until he untied the wrapping. She smiled and chuckled at him, not giving in. Then he pouted at her, to which she rolled her eyes and scooted closer to him.
“Fine. One little hint,” she told him and pointed her finger up. Confused why she pointed her finger towards their ceiling he looked up. Hanging from the top of the room were two miniature airplanes. Replica’s of the F-18 he flew on a day-to-day basis. On their sides were written in neat and ornate font ‘Mr. Seresin’ and ‘Mrs. Seresin’. He had gotten the planes as a wedding gift for her.
“Sweetheart, that's a horrible hint,” he told her and laughed at her playfully scandalized look.
“Just open it and you’ll see,” she urged and he complied, finally done with untying the ribbon. It was a horrible habit of his to never rip wrapping paper or cut wrapping bands.
Opening the box the first thing he saw was more wrapping paper. Raising one eyebrow he looked up at her again.
“Jakeee,” she whined, annoyed at his teasing and dragging this out. She felt as if she were sitting on very hot coals and very nervous about his reaction.
“Ok, ok,” he muttered with a smirk and started to shove the white wrapping to the side.
His movements halted once he saw what was safely nestled in the wrapping. A plane. A tiny plane. He recognized that it was another F-18, even smaller than the miniatures he had gotten them. When he carefully took it out of the box he noticed the font on the other side. Turning it around he thought his heart might stop only to burst out of his chest the next moment.
‘Baby Seresin’
All of a sudden his throat felt dry and his heart was beating so fast and hard in his chest as if it might jump out at any moment. Looking up from the tiny miniature to his beautiful wife he swallowed.
Tears were glistening in the corners of her eyes as she was watching him, her lip between her teeth.
“Is this…” he started, entirely lost for words and struggling to complete a sentence. “Are you?”
The soft nod was all he needed. Placing the small plane onto the table he pulled her into his arms, burying his head on her shoulder as she quietly started sobbing. He would be lying if he said there weren't tears glistening in his eyes too.
“Are you ready?” Turning her head in the direction of her husband's voice she had to squint her eyes. Even with the strong sunglasses, the sun was blinding as it bleared down onto the landing strip.
That’s where they were. Standing in the middle of the tarmac on base. Not for work, not for welcoming someone back from a mission or sending someone off. No, it was much more private than that.
“If I knew for what exactly,” she tried to poke again. Jake hadn’t told her anything. He had refused to give her even the smallest hint. All she knew was that whatever he had planned for their gender reveal, it was big, even grand, and fitting. That’s what he had said, no, what he had boasted. Because Hangman had to be the best at everything if he could. And their darling little one deserved all the best as well.
Even now, instead of giving her a hint he just gave her his blinding smile. The same one she fell hopelessly in love with the first time she saw it.
One of his arms snaked around her waist and pulled her to him. With a kiss on her head he looked at her and even if his eyes were obscured behind his sunglasses, she knew he was looking at her with adoration and pure love.
“Ready?” he asked her once again. Her breath hitched as he leaned closer, his other hand resting gently on her ever-growing belly. Since she had started showing he couldn’t keep his hands off the bump. Stroking and caressing it every chance he got. Now his fingers were once again gliding over the soft fabric of her dress.
A single nod was all he needed. Jake grinned down at her before he turned back to the rest of the daggers and their partners.
“Everyone ready?”
On cue, the sound of a plane engine echoed over the open space. They all turned their heads towards the sound. In the distance, there was a small spot in the air that got bigger and bigger.
Quickly getting closer was a jet. The wind started to pick up with it. Sand got blown over the landing strip. As the jet neared even further the wind started to pull on their clothes as well. She could feel the air tug at the skirt of her dress, her hair starting to whip around her. Jake pulled her even closer so she was pressed against his side, shielding her from the harsh blow of the sand.
The moment the jet soared over their heads a gush of color shot out behind it. It formed a thick pink band through the air following the trajectory. Some of it bled out to the sides and there was even so much as a slight shower of colorful particles raining down on them.
Another gasp left her lips. One of absolute surprise. The pink was a stark contrast to the clear blue sky. Even then it took her some moments to realize the meaning. Turning towards her husband he looked as surprised as her. Both of them looked at each other until Jake spluttered a laugh. There was another one of his blinding grins forming.
“A girl,” she mumbled softly, as a grin of her own erupted on her lips. Before she could act Jake had raised her into his arms and spun her around. Her squeal quickly turned into laughter, mixing with his.
“A girl!”, he repeated, full of joy. At last, he put her down again, keeping his hands on her hips as she stumbled a bit. She was beaming up at him. “One as pretty as her mom.”
He looked so proud at that moment, it made her heart jump. From the moment she met him, the confident pilot had surprised her in many ways. With his hands still on her hips, he leaned in for a kiss. One she granted him happily. He surprised her at that moment too, dipping her down low towards the ground, their lips continually locked.
Wolf whistles and whoops reminded them that they weren’t alone. Carefully Jake put her on her feet - again. The daggers all grinned and beamed at them, happy for their friends and equally excited for the first baby of the friend group to arrive. They all seemed eager to flock to them with hugs and congratulations, Jake however didn't show any sign of wanting to let her go just yet.
Once more he pulled her to his side, one arm snaked around her as he softly pressed himself to her.
“I love you Sugar,” he told her, grinning down at her. “You make me the proudest man there is.”
Her heart soared. How much she loved him. He was everything she could have dreamed about, everything she could have ever wanted and so much more. She had never imagined finding someone that could make her this happy. Being able to give some of this back and seeing him so excited and proud of their soon-to-be-born baby was everything to her.
“I love you too Jake,” she told him softly. The moment between them could have extended into eternity. They could have stood there and lovingly stared into each other's eyes forever.
“Quit hogging her Hangman!”, came the joking jab of their friends as they had a much different idea. Laughter erupted through the group. Chuckling, the blond aviator lifted an eyebrow before he turned towards them.
“That’s still my wife and not yours!”, he quipped back at them but ultimately let her go. In no time both of them were surrounded by friends and their partners, receiving hugs and congratulations from all sides.
It was almost too much as they excitedly talked over each other. Seeing the shared joy was amazing. Their little girl would be loved by all of them. Her uncles and aunts already adored her to no end.
Unsurprisingly in all the joyful chaos Jake and she ended up separated. Her husband stood together with Coyote, Payback, and Fanboy as well as their partners at one end of the group, while Y/N had ended up with Phoenix and Bob.
Jake vehemently denied it but the long and strenuous weeks of training followed by the very dangerous mission had brought him especially close to these two. Not only because they had flown together the most. She could see why he liked them so much. Both of them were lovely wonderful people, good friends and funny too. Phoenix was a top contender for the title of godmother as well.
But there were still two people unaccounted for. She knew they had come but now she couldn’t see Rooster and his wife anywhere.
“Surprise.” A gasp left her mouth as she turned around to the hand that had landed on her arm. There they were. The missus was smiling at her, pulling the hand back that had startled Y/N so much.
“Don’t scare me like that!” She scolded her jokingly. Both women looked at each other before they laughed and hugged.
To both Rooster and Hangman's misery, their wives had hit it off straight from the beginning. Something had just clicked and they had become best friends. Quite ironic. The two aviators weren’t rivals anymore. After the uranium mission, they had buried whatever feud they had that went over friendly banter. Admitting their friendship, however, was as difficult as it had seemed for them to ever get along. Feigning squabbles and bickering was still their favored way of communicating. They loved to pout and whine around whenever their women wanted to meet up. It was like handling five-year-olds that didn’t want to go on a playdate.
“Congratulations! A little girl, how wonderful.” She couldn’t agree more.
“Thank you. I’m so glad everyone was able to come.” She knew they didn’t have the shortest way. In fact, most of the group was divided into the two coasts between Lemoore and Oceana. It was hard to meet up and see everyone. They had made it their goal to come back to San Diego and meet up at the Hard Deck at least once or twice each year. It was a huge thing for them all to have been able to come to the reveal. It was a miracle everyone had worked out how to make it.
“Of course! I wouldn’t want to miss this.” Rooster and his wife hadn’t been able to make it to the last meet-up of the group, coincidentally the one where Jake and she had announced the pregnancy. Y/N knew that the missus had been bummed out about missing it and she herself had been bummed out too. So she was happy to get to share this day with her friend. In Person!
“Look at you! You are glowing. And that bump is so cute. I’m so happy to see you!” Feeling the heat creep up on her neck to the tips of her ears, Y/N waved and shook her head.
“Stop it!” she said with a laugh, waving off the compliments. She was glad when Phoenix decided to join in and change the topic.
“A little birdie told me you were considering moving closer to here? Does that mean we can expect you to join us in Lemoore?” Phoenix was grinning smugly at the inside info she revealed. That was news to Y/N. Very exciting news.
“Is that true?” she wanted to know immediately, already feeling the excitement about this prospect bubbling up in her.
“It’s in the talks,” the missus confessed shyly, “Rooster still has a favor left from the big mission and is currently working on getting something organized.” That made her raise a brow. It sounded like there was another possibility too. San Diego maybe?
Before they could continue to chat about this Rooster joined their trio, greeting Phoenix and Y/N with a hug each and a congratulation, before he asked,
“Did I hear correctly that you haven’t started with the nursery yet?” The way he raised one eyebrow and grinned made her snort. Why did it feel like he was enjoying this fact? Ready to use it to annoy his former rival?
“Yeah, it isn’t more than a glorified storage room with a new paint job at the moment. We got some furniture but it still needs to be built and there aren’t any decorations yet.”, she told them. “Why? Do you want to offer your help?”
Rooster snorted loudly before he gave a sharp yelp and mumbled an “Ouch!” towards his wife who had pinched him in the side.
“I’m not sure Hangman would be happy about that.”
She had to agree with that. “No, he wouldn’t be. You should have seen the scowl on his face when Coyote offered to help and insinuated Jake wouldn’t be able to build a crib on his own.”
The face the blond aviator had pulled was amusing to her even now. He had looked truly offended and later on mumbled something about flying fighter jets on a daily basis and being able to very well build a crib, how hard could that even be.
She didn’t have the heart to remind him that the assembly of their bookshelf in the living room had nearly made him cry. To be fair the construction manual had been absolute garbage. She would never tell anyone else of this tale, even if it was tempting when Jake made her mad.
“Oh!” She yelped. In an instant, three pairs of eyes were on her with varying degrees of concern.
“Are you alright?”, both Phoenix and the missus wanted to know, one hand reaching out to but not entirely touching her. It took Y/N a moment to collect herself before she smiled at them and nodded.
"Yeah. Just got surprised by a kick.”
It was still a rather new sensation for her. While she had started feeling small flutters weeks ago, they had increased in power over the last couple of days. Their little one had gained a strength she wasn’t used to yet and so it sometimes startled her. Especially when the baby girl had been quiet and calm before.
The concern vanished and was replaced by wonder and curiosity. She could see it in their eyes, both of them were dying to ask but too polite to speak up.
“Wanna feel?”, she offered them instead. The enthusiastic nodding she received as an answer made her chuckle.
She grabbed Phoenix's hand first and placed it where the last kick had hit. The little girl was an active one once she started going. It was something Jake loved. He couldn’t get enough of it.
She still remembered the first time he had been able to feel it. They had been laying on the couch, watching a random movie to wind down after a long and stressful day. He had slotted himself between her legs, with his arms around her middle and his head softly resting against her rounded stomach. While she had lazily stroked his hair the blonde had started to doze off.
Y/N had felt the small but steadily stronger growing flutters for a while already when Jake had suddenly startled and ripped his head in the air. He had scared her with the sudden reaction too. She had been concerned, thinking something was wrong until she realized what had startled him that much. He hadn’t understood at first and thus had even accused her of teasing and poking him.
Phoenix gasped as she felt the little foot pushing against her palm and looked up at her with big, round eyes.
“Wow… that’s such a weird feeling.” Y/N laughed and nodded in agreement.
Then it was the missus' turn. When she felt the kick Y/N feared for a moment her friend would start crying. She was looking at her with glossy eyes and a quivering lip but also with the biggest smile she had seen on her.
“This is so magical!”, she said and turned towards Rooster who had been quiet the entire time. He stood awkwardly beside the three women, looking around as if he didn’t dare to look towards them.
“Brad, you have to feel this!” The missus urged her husband. Rooster looked slightly panicked at the suggestion, shaking his head and scratching at his neck in uncertainty.
“No, it’s alright.”, he tried to wave off, looking around again to try and find a way out. Y/N smiled at him. She could sense he was nervous and unsure about this even if she couldn’t tell why. Maybe he found it too intimate and didn’t want to overstep or he was scared to hurt her in some way.
“It’s okay,” she told him softly, taking his hand in hers after his wife had pulled him forward. She wasn’t going to let him go, so Y/N wanted to ease his nerves as best as she could.
“You won’t hurt me, I promise.” He still looked unsure but ultimately swallowed and gave her a small nod. Only after he had given her this sign of ok she placed his hand on her bump, continuously smiling at him.
He had drawn his eyebrows together as they waited for the next sensation, with which the little girl waited a long time. But when she finally did the change in Rooster’s expression was immediate. His face relaxed, his eyebrows shot up in surprise and his mouth opened slightly in wonder.
“Oh, wow…”, he mumbled, stunned, which prompted the ladies around him to snicker. There was a redness spreading over his neck that was definitely not sunburn.
Jake on the other end of their friend group had been in a very interesting conversation with Coyote, his fiance, Payback, and his girlfriend when they all heard the laughter and giggling and turned towards it. He smiled softly, enjoying that his wife had found good friends in the people he valued so much.
There was one thing however that he had to look at twice and when he did he raised his eyebrows.
“Excuse me, fellas,” he told them, extracting himself from the conversation and weaving his way towards the group of four.
Y/N turned her head to the side when two hands landed on her hips and a body pressed itself to her back. She smiled up at her husband who kissed her on the head, before he acknowledged the others in the small circle, smiling and nodding at all of them. Then it was Rooster that got his full attention, as he narrowed his eyes and examined the other man carefully. Y/N noticed it. Even over her shoulder, she could see how Jake looked from Rooster’s face to the hand still resting on her bump. The blonde's fingers faintly tightened on her hips.
There was an unidentifiable look on her husband's face, gone as fast as it had arrived before he started to grin. It wasn’t one of his happy, relaxed grins. This one reminded her of the beginning time when she hadn’t known him for long. The wolfish, wicked grin that everyone had called the ‘Hangman grin’.
“Impressive isn’t it?”, he said in a casual tone, yet one that underneath the surface oozed proudness. Rooster retracted his hand, she had felt his hand jerk before but the brunette forced himself to retract slowly and calmly. He didn't want to give Hangman any room for teasing.
“You felt how strong our little girl already is?” It made her heart flutter to hear him call their baby like that, with so much affection. Even if he sounded smug and a little cocky. Y/N put her hand on top of Jake’s on her side, softly squeezing his fingers. She knew it was only friendly banter. These two could not not bicker, it wouldn’t be Hangman and Rooster if they didn’t.
The brunette scoffed slightly but there was a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips as he raised one eyebrow.
“Keep grinning. I want to see what face you make when your kid’s old enough to date.” What a jab. Y/n had to press her hand onto her mouth to keep from giggling as she felt Jake stiffen behind her.
A/N: Thank you for reading! If you enjoyed reading this, please consider leaving a comment or reblogging. Stay tuned for part 2 (focusing on Rooster & his wife) and part 3
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Definitely Family
This is my next spot on my bingo board for @xxwritemeastoryxx blogiversary bingo writing challenge. This one was based off the quote "I believe the term you're searching for is... omg." And it is an Elijah x Daughter OC. I hope you enjoy! (P.s In my imagination the girl in the gif is his daughter, even though I know it's Hayley. So please just roll with it 😂)
A Miracle. That’s what my mom always called me. More specifically ‘her little Miracle.’ You see, I shouldn’t be alive. Not in the, hate my life or in the, the universe hates me, kind of way. But in the, my mom was a witch and my dad an original vampire, kind of way. Freaky huh? Well, most of the supernatural community would probably think so too. So we keep my existence a secret. From everyone. Including my father.
The Noble Suit wearing Original Vampire Elijah Mikaelson. Yup, that’s me. Miracle child of an original vampire who doesn’t know I exist. But I guess that sort of brings us to where we are now. You see… my mother passed about a month ago and I have no one else. I need family. I need my dad. So, I’m here in New Orleans hoping that he will believe and accept me. Family above all, right?
Elijah was sitting in the courtyard alone, lost in his own thoughts. He could hear his younger brother speaking gently to young Hope in her room. Elijah longed for that. For a child to call him father. A dream he knew would never be real. He took a lengthy sip of his burbon. He would just be content with being an Uncle to Hope. This was more than he ever thought possible. It was more than enough.
Footsteps broke Elijah from his thoughts. The unfamiliar patter accompanied by a new scent had him on edge already. But when a young woman entered the courtyard, no older than 17, with brown hair the same shade as his own and blue/green eyes he swore he had seen before, something in Elijah’s gut told him this girl meant no harm. Still he held a defensive stance though, slightly, less frightening. The teen gathered her courage and spoke in a timid yet somehow familiar voice,
“Hello. My name is Miracle. You knew my mother Cora.”
Recognition flashed in Elijah’s eyes as all the fight drained from him. He saw it now. Her cheeks, her nose… her eyes. They were all Cora. How he hadn’t seen it before this baffled him. Although, he hadn’t seen Cora in at least 80 years. How then, was her daughter so young? Before Elijah could open his mouth to ask any of the questions that began to swim around in his mind she spoke again.
“You’re probably wondering how I’m so young. And also why I’m here…”
Of course the thought had crossed his mind.
“Well, sadly my mother passed about a month ago.”
Elijah finally spoke,
“I’m so sorry. Your mother was a good woman. I’m sorry she is gone.”
The young girl, Miracle, wiped away a few tears.
“Thank you. She was all I had. Now that she’s gone, I’m looking for my father.”
Elijah was even more confused. Of course this girl would seek family, but why was she here?
“My mother only ever told me two things about my father. The first was that he was an original vampire. She said they were in love and she wanted to give him a child knowing that they could have a happy family together. So she was able to do a spell and conceive a child, me. However, before my mother could surprise him, he had to run. To flee his father, my grandfather. She never saw him again.”
Elijah was in shock. He never knew of Cora’s plan.
“What…,” he cleared his throat, “what was the second thing your mother told you?”
Miracle had been looking at her feet but at that moment she raised her head to meet his eyes.
“That his name is Elijah Mikaelson.”
Elijah felt as if all of the air had left his lungs. He stood staring at this girl in front of him, his daughter. She was fidgeting under his gaze. Finally she gathered the courage to speak up again.
“I believe the term you’re searching for is omg…”
This finally broke Elijah out of his stare and he reached out, pulling his baby girl into the safety of his arms. Tears escaping both of their eyes. Elijah pressed a kiss to the top of her head and smiled.
“You really are my daughter.”
If you were ever told or were made to learn cursive writing when you were in grade school. I wanna see how many of you suffered like I did.
I feel like this will get no reblogs because I’ve always felt like I’m the only person who does this haha :)