#WELL COME ON JOANNE JUST GO WHO THE HELL IS STOPPING YOU

[gender-euphowrya]

well go then you cunt

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What’s Your Word?

Over the years, I’ve tried to come up with a “word of the year” to keep me moving forward in a New Year. Each year it’s been a different word. Some past words that I’ve used are:

Hope

Focus

Organize

Positive

Love

And a few more that if I really think back, they’ll come to me. These words have helped me grasp a “theme” that I want to continue during the 12 months of the year.

My word for 2024 is:

Share

I’d like to spend more time this year “sharing” with others. And I’m really going to focus on sharing my art with others, through happy mail, random acts of kindness, mail art, leave behind pieces and cards. I think it’s a good way to bring positivity to my surroundings and people in my life, as well as those who I have never met.

It used to drive my father nuts when I would make things for people for special occasions, like birthdays, anniversaries or just to be nice. I loved sewing cross stitch patterns, making quilts, drawings and handmade pieces of art in my 20s and would spend hours creating special gifts. Most of these handmade gifts were for close friends and family and since I was in college and my early 20s, I didn’t have a endless amount of cash to blow on gifts for people.

He used to get so irritated because he’d tell me that I should just make things for myself because the people that I was making gifts for and spending all this time on really wouldn’t appreciate the effort and love that was put into something handmade. Yet, I trudged on, continuing to make things for others since that was really all I could afford after paying for college and working as many hours as I could get at my jobs.

And that started to ring true after a while. I started to realize that the handmade pieces that I would spend hours and hours working on, were often just cast aside and that made me feel really unappreciated and shitty. In fact, I can remember back when I worked at JoAnn Fabrics in my early college days, making about $8 an hour. My brother and his girlfriend had just gotten a little black Lab puppy, that I adored and couldn’t get enough of. On one of the delivery trucks, a new supply of fabrics arrived and, wouldn’t you know it, there was a few bolts of cotton fabric that had black Lab puppies on it! So I used a good portion of my paycheck the following week to purchase the fabric to make a “quillow,” which was all the rage back in the 90s. It was a quilt, that folded up into a pillow so you could use it for either purpose. And nice Sandy the fabric lady would stay late at work after we’d close to show me how to make my projects and help me with questions. It took me weeks to work on it! But I was sooo excited to give it to my brother and his chick for Christmas.

Fast forward to after Christmas, after I had painstakingly spent hours and a good amount of money on this project. I’m over at his house and I go to bring the trash outside, and what’s in the trash bin? My beloved “quillow.” Thrown away, like it was a piece of shit. All rumpled up and stuffed into the trash can. I was heartbroken. Sad. Angry.

And that’s when things started to shift for me… slowly. After several other creative projects that I handmade for said brother and now what was his second wife, all ended much with the same demise: The cross stitch that I made with his wedding song and had framed had a photo swapped out, to keep using the frame but the hell with the lyrical cross stitch (which, by the way, was done old school with a recording from the radio and me stopping, starting and pausing as I had to write down the lyrics to that shitty Bryan Adams song). And let’s also not forget the times that I’d be asked to hand make their kids Halloween costumes, fly them down to them in Alabama, only to have the kids decide they changed their minds and didn’t want to wear the costumes that I spent hours and hours on. Yeah, I got burnt out from being shit on by them.

Now that my parents are both gone and I’ve pulled the plug on the sibling relationship (which was the BEST decision I’ve ever made), I’ve gotten back into making things for people that I love and care about, and am pleased to say they appreciate. It’s nice seeing and hearing appreciative comments from the recipients, and makes me realize that I was simply focusing my maker energy on the wrong goddamn people!

So now, with it being a new year, my word is SHARE. And I am excited to start sharing more of my art with those around me!

What’s your word for 2024?

[bteezxyewriter12]

Love Motel/ 11

Pairing- Changkyun x Named Reader

Word count- 4.7k

Includes- public sex, pussy eating, fingering, squirting, table sex, riding, multiple orgasms, fluff

Tag List- @90s-belladonna @mingtina

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@rpkth @tannie13 @wisejudgedragonhairdo @itstyraaxx

Series Masterlist

Changkyun POV

"Do your groomsmen have the suits I picked", Daseul asks

I stop myself from rolling my eyes, "Yes. I told them to get it and they did. Everything you said to get they did"

I told her that already

And what does she think, my friends are kids?

They can't get simple suits on their own?

I still don't know why I have to be involved in this wedding

My grandmother agreed that she and Daseul would plan everything

If I needed to do anything, they'd tell me and I'll just do it

But now my grandmother wants me to meet with her often to go over what Daseul has set up

Like I care

Daseul wants a big wedding and I don't really care since her father is paying for it

"And you're tux?"

"Got it", I answer, antsy for this to be over

She came to X bar to talk to me before we open for the night, since I was already here

I saw the way she wrinkled her nose when she walked in like being in a bar is beneath her

It just rubbed me the wrong way

I need her to finish so I can get back to looking over the books before Jooheon comes and briefs me on any issues that have come up today

"Ok", she answers, handing me a paper, "This is the food menu for the reception. We have to pick the food for the cocktail hour and the main course"

I sigh inwardly, looking at the menu

She starts talking about the choices for the main course first

"...mom said we should have a chicken choice, a fish choice...meat choice and vegetarian...."

I tune out what she's saying because honestly who cares?

She's going to pick what she wants no matter what I say

"Which one do you want?", she asks

"Steak", I answer

"I don't know if we should have steak. Isn't pork better?"

She keeps going on and I agree with whatever she says

She talks about each dish for the main course, then the cocktail hour, telling me which ones she likes and I just say yes to it

When she gives me a choice, I choose the one she's leaning toward

After half an hour just talking about the food, I'm done

"So these are the final choices?", I ask

She nods, "Yes"

"Great", I say standing up

"Yes. Next is the cake-"

No

Absolutely not

"Daseul, I think you should make the choice for the cake. I'm sure whatever you choose will be delicious and look beautiful"

"Oh, you don't want to look at any cakes?"

I try not to get angry at her not taking the hint

I have to be nice

I don't know her that well and I don't want to be rude to her

Plus my grandmother will never let me hear the end of it

"It's not that Daseul. It's just that I have a lot of work to do before the bar opens"

"Oh right. How silly of me", she says gathering all her things on the table

"I trust you with the wedding Daseul. I trust whatever you choose"

She smiles at me and it does nothing for me

Not like Joanne's smile

"Thanks Changkyun. I promise you'll love everything for the wedding"

"I'm sure I will", I say plastering a smile on my face

She picks up all her papers and I lead her to the door

"Thanks for coming", I say pleasantly

"Thank you for meeting with me. I know you're very busy"

I nod

"Will I see you soon?", she asks hopefully

I don't know

I don't want to

These meetings with her were never this hard

She is a nice girl and we did have nice conversations but it's like ever since I met Joanne, I don't want to be around Daseul

I'd rather be with Joanne

"Maybe. Depending on how busy I am"

She nods, "Alright"

She leans closer to me, pressing a kiss to my lips that takes me completely by surprise

She never kissed me before, so what the hell?

"Bye Changkyun", she smiles, then she's gone

I close the bar door locking it, surprised and honestly I felt like I cheated

On Joanne

Which is insane because her and I don't have any label for what we are

She's not my girlfriend and we're both free to see other people

I just don't because she's enough for me and if I'm being honest, I only want her

I guess that's why I feel like I cheated on her or did something slimy even though I didn't do anything

I didn't kiss Daseul back and even if I did it shouldn't matter

Pushing the thoughts away, I go back to my spot at the bar, looking over the ledger that records the money the clubs and bars I own bring in

After ten minutes, I can't concentrate

I want to see Joanne

I'm supposed to see her later tonight but I can't wait that long

Picking up my phone, I check the time

3:15

She should get out of class at 3:30

Maybe she can come here after

If she doesn't have a paper to write or an assignment to do

She's brought her books and done her readings while she's with me

I don't mind

After sex I usually knock out while she stays up

Even if I'm awake, it doesn't bother me

I know how serious she is about her schooling and I admire that about her

Opening our text thread I ask her if she wants to come to the bar after her class

"Isn't it closed now?", she texts back

"Yeah jagi but I'm here", I answer

The bar doesn't open until six

Plenty of time before the crew comes to set up

"Ok. I'll be there when class is over"

"Do you need me to pick you up?"

She doesn't have a car of her own, sometimes using Milena's car

Although I don't know if they're on speaking terms right now because of what happened at the club

I know she was upset even though I didn't care what her friends thought of me

I did successfully make her forget all about it that night while we were together but I don't know if they made up or not

"Milena is gonna drive me"

Guess they made up

"So everything is good with you guys?"

"Yup. She apologized when I got home the next day. I still ripped her a new one but she apologized and said she talked to Tae too. He apologized and promised he'd keep his mouth shut from now on. She's still feeling guilty and I'm kinda milking it"

I laugh at the last part

She should milk it

From what she says, Milena is her best friend and it was shitty of Milena not to defend her

"Does that make me a bad person?", she texts

"Absolutely not Jo. You are the furtherst thing from a bad person", I text her back

She has got to be kidding

She's the best person I know

Very genuine, kind, sweet

Yes she can have an attitude, be sassy but everyone can

There's no way she can be a bad person and there's no one who can convince me that she is

I'm a bad person

Not her

"Thanks Kyunnie. I'll see you soon"

"Yeah soon jagi"

Putting my phone down, I feel a lot better knowing she'll be here soon

So for now, I go back to the ledger and try to concentrate on it until she's here

---------------------------------------------------

A knock on the door has me springing to my feet and I practically run to the door

Standing in front of it, I get my composure under control

I don't want to come off as a horny love sick teenager

Unlocking the door, I open it, a smile immediately bursting on my face seeing her

"Hi Kyunnie", she says, coming inside when I step aside for her

"Hi Jo", I asnwer, closing the door and locking it again

"Wow this place looks so different when no one is here. And in the daylight too"

I shrug

I'm here during the day and at night so I guess it doesn't effect me as much as her

"I can see everything so much better without the dim lights", she laughs

"Is it that hard to see in here?", I ask, genuinely curious

"Nah. It's just clearer in the daylight", she looks at me smirking, "Maybe if I was here during the day, I'd have noticed you sooner"

If I knew that's what it would take, I would of opened the bar earlier

Walking right up to her, I kiss her hard, her arms around my neck instantly

"Well I noticed you in the dim lights. You just weren't looking hard enough"

"Maybe", she answers, pressing another kiss to my lips

Fuck yes, give me all her kisses

All the fucking time

I won't complain

"How did you even notice me?", she asks when we pull away, "There are far prettier girls than me"

She has to be kidding me

No one is prettier than her

No one

"Please jagi. I noticed you right away"

"Did you?", she asks unsure

I nod, looking around the bar for a second, then pulling her with me to a table

"This is the table you were sitting at when I first noticed you", I say, lifting her on it, "You we're wearing that stupid pokemon shirt you love, sweatpants and sneakers. You had your glasses on and your hair in a messy ponytail. You looked like such a nerd"

I pull her shirt up and throw it on a chair, her bra coming off next

"Such a fucking nerd and I've never been more attracted to someone before"

I wanted to throw her on the table and fuck her right there

I've never seen anyone as gorgeous as her

And I've never got that hard so fast

Her eyebrows fly up in surprise, "Really?"

"Yeah baby. I saw how fucking gorgeous you are through your nerdiness"

She giggles and goddamn it the sound is so fucking cute

Tucking some of her hair behind her ear, I kiss her softly, loving the feel of her soft lips on mine

Pushing her down on the table, I slide my hands under her pants and panties, moving everything down

Taking off her sneakers and socks, I get her pants and panties off, throwing them next to her shirt and bra

Spreading her legs wide, I eye her already soaked pussy, licking my lip

"And this is how I wanted you that day. Naked, legs spread, pussy out and on display for me to eat"

"Shit Kyun"

Sitting in the chair behind me, I dive into her cunt, my tongue sliding and running everywhere

She yells, soaking my face as I moan, tasting her again

God I can't get enough of her taste

Can't get enough of her cum that I actually crave it

Crave her

"I didn't care baby", I tell her between licks, "I didn't care who watched me eat your cunt. I didn't care if your friends saw, if mine saw, if anyone who was in here saw. I just wanted my mouth between your legs"

Sliding my tongue in her cunt, she moans, clenching my tongue tightly, sending pleasure straight to my cock

I move my hands to her breasts, squeezing and playing with them and her nipples

Her hand moves into my hair, holding on tightly

Moving my mouth around her clit, I suck hard and fast on her cute bump, feeling it pulse in my mouth

"Changkyun!", she cries, her body shaking in pleasure

I slip my fingers inside her, rubbing and pressing on her spot as I continue to suck on her

"Oh god baby. Right there", she cries, "Don't stop"

She moves her hips, fucking herself on my fingers

I love how vocal she is now

How she'll tell me what she wants, demands me to do it as opposed to when we first started being together

And I have no problem doing what she wants me to do

Anything she asks, I'll do

"Changkyun! Oh god", she cries

My neck gets soaked as she squirts and I immediately pull my fingers out, shoving my tongue her hole, fucking into her

She squirts in my mouth and I swallow, loving how good is

Everything from her tastes amazing

It's insane

Her hips move faster, fucking my tongue, her fingers twisting my hair her other hand holds on to mine, lacing our fingers and it feels so right

Her legs shake around my head as she cums on my tongue, throbbing and covering me with her cream

I can't help but moan lewdly as I swallow everything she gives me

When she finishes, I stand, undoing my jeans and pulling all my bottom clothes off

Moving to her, I bury my cock in her tight cunt, stretching and fluttering around my shaft

"Kyunnie, yes baby fuck", she cries

Leaning over her, I crash my lips to hers, kissing her passionately as I start to move

Her hands tug my shirt up and I help her get it off, my mouth immediately on hers once it's off

Her small hands are on my lower back, slowly moving up, lighting every cell on fire

I don't know why I feel this way when I'm with her but fuck I'm addicted to it

"Did you imagine doing this too?", she whispers in my ear, sending chills down my spine

"Yeah baby. Of course I did. I imagined fucking you on this table, just like this, making you scream and showing you and everyone how good I can fuck you"

Pounding into her cunt, I let the bliss she's giving me wash over me

"You do baby. You fuck me so good. All the time. You're the best"

"Yeah?", I ask smiling, "The best?"

"The very best", she moans

Standing straight up, I pull her to a sitting position and move her closer to the edge of the table

She moves her arms around my neck, her hands in my hair, pulling me to her in a passionate kiss

I hold her legs around me, pumping in and out, making her open for me and making sure I hit her spot every stroke

"Kyunnie", she moans, "I'm gonna cum"

"Yes jagi. Cum on me. I want to feel you"

She shakes against me, her face buried in my neck, creaming my cock as she orgasms, my name falling from her mouth over and over

Pleasure from her orgasm hits me hard, making me groan

"God baby, I love when you cum on me", I breathe, "It feels so fucking good"

"You love it?", she moans as she finishes

"I love it", I assure her, "I'm addicted to your orgasms. Why do you think I make you cum so much?"

"Fuck Kyun you're so fucking hot", she whispers

Pulling out, I pick her up and carry her to another table

Putting her down, I spin her around and shove her face down on the table, entering her pussy from behind

"Changkyun Jesus"

I slowly drag my cock out of her, feeling her clinging to my length

Slamming back inside hard, she sucks me back in, hugging my cock so tightly, sending pleasure all over my body

"You were sitting here when you first noticed me", I tell her, "You never looked at me. Not until your friends told you I was checking you out"

I remember all the times I would look at her, hoping she'd look at me

Notice I was looking at her

Notice I was there

"You don't know how angry I was every time you came in here with your friends and you never noticed me. Even when I was at the table next to yours, you never saw me once. And when you would leave, I was so fucking mad", I tell her, fucking her slow but hard and deep, my head brushing her spot over and over

I remember going to the back and ranting to Jooheon, to my friends

About how oblivious she was

About how she still didn't notice me

And they asked me questions I couldn't answer

Why did I care so much?

Why did I want her?

What made her so special?

I didn't know the answers then and I don't know them now

For me she is special and I want her

I love sex with her

She's gorgeous, she's funny, she's nice, caring

She's nerdy which I had no idea turned me on

She's different from every girl I've ever been around

She doesn't sugarcoat things, she says what's on her mind and everything she says she means

She sees things differently and I value her opinion

She's just kinda....perfect

"Tell me jagi. Were you really that blind or were you ignoring me?"

"Not ignoring you", she whimpers, her hands holding the side of the table so hard, her knuckles are white, "I...didn't notice you. I...don't really notice things. Ev...ev...everyone says I'm oblivious tttt.....to my surroundings"

I can agree with that

She doesn't pay attention to things or people around her

Which is good because then she can focus on things she's thinking about or doing but it's also bad because bad things can happen to her

Anytime she's with me, I'll protect her

Her spasms get harder so I thrust mercilessly into her, sending her into another orgasm

He cunt holds my cock in a vice grip, pouring so much cum, she's leaking on my pelvis and her legs

I watch her small slit constrict around my cock and it's so pretty

And the pleasure?

Incredible

Once she's done, I pull out and carry her to one more spot

By the bar

Sitting on a bar stool, I pull her in my lap, her legs straddling me as I get my cock enveloped in her pretty cunt

"I know what happened here", she whispers, rocking on my dick, grinding down

I lean back against the wall, feeling how good she is and she didn't even move yet

"So tell me", I demand

"Here", she says bouncing softly, only once before rocking on me again

"Is"

Another bounce, then grinding

"When"

Bounce, rock

"You"

Bounce, grind

"Decided"

Slide up, down, rock, pleasure fucking good but she keeps me wanting more

"To"

She repeats her actions, squeezing my shaft so hard

"Talk"

Again, throbbing softly

"To"

Again, hitting her spot and moaning my name loudly

"Me"

Now she bounces again and again, faster each time, taking me deep inside her, her cute ass hitting my thighs with every jump

"Yeah baby. I finally saw you alone- fuck", I whimper, losing all thought for a second as she rides me, "Saw you alone and I made the decision to talk to you. I wanted you so much and I was going to fucking get you"

"Mmm you did", she agrees, pressing kisses to the spots on my neck she knows I love

Jesus Christ

Her lips send chills up and down my spine, making me shake

My body has never shaken with any other girl but her

Every time we're together I shake, tremble, shiver, whatever, against her or wherever she touches on me or when I cum

Normally I wouldn't like it but because it's with her, I do

I Iove it

"Are you glad I decided to talk to you?", I ask through the blinding pleasure

Fuck I'm so close

I just need her to cum to set me off

I don't know when it started to be that way, where I need her orgasms to orgasm but honestly I wouldn't have it any other way

"Yeah baby. So glad you talked to me", she whispers, licking along my neck, "Are you glad I went with you that night?"

"Jagi, you have no fucking idea how glad", I moan, gripping her ass hard, helping her move faster on me

Feeling her body against mine, her hard nipples rubbing against my chest

"I'm glad I went with you too baby", she whimpers

For some reason hearing her say that makes me extremely happy

Like stupidly happy

I ignore the feeling, push it away

I don't want to think about it right now

"Please cum for me jagi", I beg, "I need you to cum so I can"

"Hmmm?"

"I can't cum unless I feel you cum. Your orgasm makes me cum", I try to explain

"Rrr....really?", she stammers, surprise in her voice

"Really", I tell her, "Please baby, make me cum. I want to so bad. I wanna fill you up"

I drop her hard on my length and she grabs onto me hard as she starts to cum, her cunt pulsing so fucking wonderfully around my cock

"Oh my god Joanne! Fuck", I shout, the ecstacy blinding me as I release inside her, every part of my body shaking against her shaking body

"Changkyun, fuck, Changkyun!"

Jesus Christ, the things her screaming my name does to me

Turns me on, makes me cum harder, makes me want to fuck her and make her orgasm over and over and over

Safe to say I love hearing her say my name

After my massive orgasm is over, I slump against the wall with her slumping against me, her sweaty body against mine

Wrapping my arms around her, she lays her head on my shoulder, my hand immediately playing with her hair

She hugs me tightly as I hold her and I press kiss after kiss along her shoulder

We stay in comfortable silence together and I just enjoy holding her

I don't know how long I have until I can't do this anymore

Daseul coming today just reminds me of how closer the wedding is

I want to call everything off but I can't

Before her I accepted the arranged marriage but now, I want to break it

But my grandmother will kill me

Figuratively

Or maybe not

So every moment I'm with her, I have to savor, commit to memory

Her arm around my neck tightens around me, cuddling her face into my neck, making me smile so widely

I really don't want to ever let her go

Having her in my arms is so comfortable

A pounding at the back door startles us both

Fuck

"Shit", she whispers, getting off me immediately and running to her clothes

I'm gonna kill whoever is here and interrupted our cuddle session

Sighing, I get up and get my clothes on too, the knocking continuing

When we're both dressed, I ask if she's good and she nods

Getting to the back door, I flip the locks, opening the door to Jooheon's pissed off face

"Why aren't you answering your phone?", he snaps

I roll my eyes, turning away from him and walking down the hall towards the bar

"I was busy"

"Busy doing what?", he exclaims, "You're here alone!"

We walk into the bar, Joanne standing by it, looking behind me nervously

"Oh", Jooheon says flatly as I walk to her, putting my arm around her waist, keeping her close to me

"Jooheon, this is Joanne", I introduce them, "Jagi, this is Jooheon. My idiot best friend"

"Nice to meet you", Jooheon says to her

To me he says, "Fuck off"

"Nice to meet you too", she says softly and he nods

"Kyun, I have some things I need to talk to you about"

"I can go", she says quickly, moving towards her bag that I guess she put on the bar when I went to let Jooheon in, "It's not a problem"

"No", I say immediately, surprising both of them and myself

She should leave

What Jooheon has to tell me is confidential jokop business

But I don't want her to leave

She's here and I want her near me

"It's fine Kyunnie...uh I mean Changkyun"

"Stop it jagi", I scold lightly, "You don't have to call me by my name just because he's here. He already knows about you"

"Uh what?", she squeaks

"Yeah I know about you guyd. He doesn't shut up about you", Jooheon says, throwing me under the bus

I glare at him but he just laughs

"Oh", she says, her cheeks so pink in a blush

"Give me a second Joo", I tell him

He nods, going to the office in the back of the bar

"Come jagi"

She comes over to me and I move my arms around her waist, looking down at her

"Stay here jagi"

"But you have to talk to him-"

"Which won't take a long time"

"But don't you have to work?", she asks

"I do have to look over the ledger books but it won't take long either", I explain, "You can stay here while I talk to Jooheon. You have your book with you, you can read for your classes. Then I'll come get you and we can go to the office where you can keep reading while I look over and fill out the ledger"

"Are you sure? I don't want to be a problem"

"Jagi you are never a problem so don't think that way ok?"

"Ok. If you're sure?"

"I am baby. And later we can go to a room and be together"

"All night?", she asks, smiling softly

"All night", I confirm, smiling at her

"Ok then"

"Ok jagi. Do you need anything before I go talk to Jooheon? A drink? Food?"

She shakes her head, "No. Just you. So hurry back"

A smile breaks out on my face

She's so fucking cute and she always makes me feel wanted

"I will baby"

I give her a kiss then watch her sit at a table and pull out a textbook

My little nerd

I leave her at the table, getting into the office

"Finally", he says

"Shut up", I snap, sitting in the chair across from him

"So you're spending a lot of time with her", Jooheon says

What is he getting at?

"Yeah", I say, non-committedly

"Cut it out Kyun. You're in love with her?"

I snort, "No"

"Kyun"

I shake my head, "I'm not in love with her"

I'm not

I know I'm not

"Fine you have feelings for her"

I don't know

I don't want to say yes because I'm not sure

Anytime I feel anything, I don't think about it

It can't happen so I ignore any romantic feelings towards her

"No. I like her. She's funny, nice. I like spending time with her. I like fucking her. There's just no romantic part of this"

"So you're telling me, you're more like friends with benefits?"

"Exactly", I agree

That makes more sense

"Sure Kyun. Whatever you say"

"The fuck does that mean?", I ask angrily

"C'mon Kyun. You introduced her to me like she's your girlfriend. When we got to the bar you immediately went to her and hugged her like you would with a girlfriend. You didn't want her to leave. I assumed you fucked before I got here?"

I nod

"Yeah not wanting her to leave after fucking is not what friends with benefits are about", he concludes, "You have feelings for her, possibly love her but you're denying it to yourself"

No I'm not

Nothing can happen with us so I'm not even thinking about feelings or anything like that

I can't

I'm not gonna set myself up to get hurt, so I'm not even entertaining the idea

"No, I don't. Now drop it and tell me what you came here to tell me"

"Ok but you're going to realize that you love her and by then it may be too late"

I will not let that happen

"Whatever Jooheon. Get to business", I say

He nods and starts talking

His words are bouncing around in my head making me second guess myself

I do not have feelings for her

I don't

It can't happen, it won't happen

I don't feel that way for her

I force myself to stop thinking about this and focus on what Jooheon is saying

I still have a jokop to run

[gtunesmiff]

CEMETERY WATCHMEN

This is a truthful and honest account from an old volunteer marine as he, while volunteering at a national cemetery in Oklahoma and how he helped an 85 year old ex-marine wife as she made what she thought may be her last trip to the cemetery to honor her family members from her father, to her uncle, to her husband and also to her two sons, all of them marines who had died in service to this great nation of ours.

My friend Kevin and I are volunteers at a National cemetery in Oklahoma and put in a few days a month in a "slightly larger" uniform. Today had been a long, long day and I just wanted to get the day over with and go down to Smokey's and have a cold one. Sneaking a look at my watch, I saw the time, 16:55. Five minutes to go before the cemetery gates are closed for the day.

The full dress was hot in the August sun. Oklahoma summer time was as bad as ever--the heat and humidity at the same level--both too high.

I saw the car pull into the drive, '69 or '70 model Cadillac Deville, looked factory-new. It pulled into the parking lot at a snail's pace. An old woman got out so slow I thought she was paralyzed; she had a cane and a sheaf of flowers--about 4 or 5 bunches as best I could tell.

I couldn't help myself. The thought came unwanted, and left a slightly bitter taste:

"She's going to spend an hour, and for this old soldier, my hip hurts like hell and I'm ready to get out of here right now!"  But for this day, my duty was to assist anyone coming in.

Kevin would lock the "In" gate and if I could hurry the old lady along, we might make it to Smokey's in time.

I broke post attention. My hip made gritty noises when I took the first step and the pain went up a notch. I must have made a real military sight:  middle-aged man with a small pot gut and half a limp, in marine full-dress uniform, which had lost its razor crease about thirty minutes after I began the watch at the cemetery.

I stopped in front of her, halfway up the walk. She looked up at me with an old woman's squint.

"Ma'am, may I assist you in any way?"

She took long enough to answer.

"Yes, son. Can you carry these flowers? I seem to be moving a tad slow these days."

"My pleasure, ma'am." (Well, it wasn't too much of a lie.)

She looked again. "Marine, where were you stationed?"

"Vietnam, ma'am.  Ground-pounder. '69 to '71.'"

She looked at me closer. "Wounded in action, I see. Well done, Marine. I'll be as quick as I can."

I lied a little bigger:  "No hurry, ma'am."

She smiled and winked at me. "Son, I'm 85 years old and I can tell a lie from a long way off. Let's get this done. Might be the last time I can do this. My name's Joanne Wieserman, and I've a few Marines I'd like to see one more time."

"Yes, ma 'am. At your service."

She headed for the World War I section, stopping at a stone. She picked one of the flower bunches out of my arm and laid it on top of the stone.

She murmured something I couldn't quite make out.  The name on the marble was Donald S. Davidson, USMC: France 1918.

She turned away and made a straight line for the World War II section, stopping at one stone I saw a tear slowly tracking its way down her cheek.

She put a bunch on a stone; the name was Stephen X. Davidson, USMC, 1943.

She went up the row a ways and laid another bunch on a stone, Stanley J. Wieserman, USMC, 1944.

She paused for second and more tears flowed.  "Two more, son, and we'll be done."

I almost didn't say anything, but, "Yes, ma'am. Take your time."

She looked confused.  "Where's the Vietnam section, son? I seem to have lost my way."

I pointed with my chin.  "That way, ma'am."

"Oh!" she chuckled quietly. "Son, me and old age ain't too friendly."

She headed down the walk I'd pointed at. She stopped at a couple of stones before she found the ones she wanted. She placed a bunch on Larry Wieserman, USMC, 1968, and the last on Darrel Wieserman, USMC, 1970.

She stood there and murmured a few words I couldn't make out and more tears flowed.

"OK, son, I'm finished. Get me back to my car and you can go home."

"Yes, ma'am. If I may ask, were those your kinfolk?"

She paused.

"Yes, Donald Davidson was my father, Stephen was my uncle, Stanley was my husband, Larry and Darrel were our sons. All killed in action, all Marines."

She stopped.  Whether she had finished, or couldn't finish, I don't know.  She made her way to her car, slowly and painfully.

I waited for a polite distance to come between us and then double-timed it over to Kevin, waiting by the car.

"Get to the 'Out' gate quick. I have something I've got to do."

Kevin started to say something but saw the look I gave him. He broke the rules to get us down the service road fast. We beat her.

She hadn't made it around the rotunda yet.

"Kevin, stand at attention next to the gatepost. Follow my lead."

I humped it across the drive to the other post.

When the Cadillac came puttering around from the hedges and began the short straight traverse to the gate, I called in my best gunny's voice:

"Tehen Hut!  Present arms!"

I have to hand it to Kevin; he never blinked an eye--full dress attention and a salute that would make his DI proud.

She drove through that gate with two old worn-out soldiers giving her a send-off she deserved, for service rendered to her country, and for knowing duty, honor and sacrifice far beyond the realm of most.

I am not sure, but I think I saw a salute returned from that Cadillac.

Instead of "The End," just think of "Taps."

As a final thought on my part, let me share a favorite prayer:

"Lord, keep our servicemen and women safe, whether they serve at home or overseas.  Hold them in your loving hands and protect them as they protect us.  Let's all keep those currently serving and those who have gone before in our thoughts. They are the reason for the many freedoms we enjoy.  In God We Trust"

If we ever forget that we're one nation under God, then we will be a nation gone under!

God Bless America!

AMEN

[ashintheairlikesnow]

Please please please can we see Joanne reacting to the Chris saves himself au???

The Chris Saves Himself AU: One | Two | Three

CW: Whumper POV, abusive family member, ableist, ableism, pet whump universe

Jo's sitting at an outdoor cafe, sipping a hot cup of fresh coffee while the ocean beats against the Hawaiian sand. She's waiting on her breakfast and has a book open in front of her she has yet to read.

The sky and the water are nearly the same blue. It's dazzling. She can't take her eyes off it.

She's here for work, helping with getting a newly-opened WRU Facility off the ground. There have been protests, of course - Hawaiians have protested WRU making inroads pretty viciously, and Jo is glad for the secret employee entrance she uses so that the residents of this place don't know who she works for. Still, WRU is paying for the extended-stay hotel and three meals a day, and her nephew's inheritance pays for the drinks.

She cuts the thought before his face can enter her mind.

She dreams about him slumped over, mumbling about how tired he was, sometimes. Once the sedatives kicked in, anyway. She'd been irritated the first round didn't seem to work, and then worried she'd accidentally overdosed him after the second.

But no. No, the Acquisitions team had assured her he would be considered in perfect condition. And her finder's fee and bonus had really emphasized that he was.

Whatever. That problem is solved.

Joanne sighs, wistful. There are already people in the water, even at dawn. She can hear laughter filtering up from the beach.

It's beautiful.

Ronnie would have loved Hawaii. They had always planned to go together, before their falling-out.

Too bad her fucking husband and stupid brat dragged her down with them. Too bad the husband was a shitheel Irish mob asshole, too bad Ronnie's son was a piece of fucking work, too bad the stupid bastard couldn't stay hidden the one time it counted...

Joanne sniffs and wipes at the corner of her eye. Grief is hard - it comes and goes. But at least Tristan isn't her problem any longer.

He's probably happy as a clam doing someone's fucking gardening somewhere. Joanne simply refuses to admit that isn't at all what he is likely to be used for. It doesn't matter.

What she doesn't know, she isn't legally responsible for.

Lost in her thoughts, Joanne doesn't notice the uniformed officers who enter the cafe behind her. She takes a photo of the morning sun as an officer holds up a photocopied piece of paper to the server behind the counter. She posts the phot to her Instagram with #islandliving is the life for me! as the server points her direction and the officer nods and thanks them for their help.

She has missed calls and texts on her phone, but she'll check those later. Jo never looks at her phone before 8 am anymore. It makes everything much more peaceful.

She sees the first couple likes trickle in as the officer speaks to his partner and the two of them head her direction.

"Joanne Botham?"

She's startled out of her thoughts by the officer's voice and looks up to blink at the woman, her straight black hair in a low ponytail and expression stern. Jo feels an instinctive beat of apprehension. "Yes, that's me. Can I help you, officer?"

The officer has an odd look to her. Not hostile, but... not friendly. "Joanne Botham, resides at 435 Janus Way, in Berras, California? Employed by WRU?"

Her heart beats faster and Jo sets her phone down. Then picks up her coffee. "Yes. Is something wrong with my house?"

"No. Do you recognize this individual?"

The officer holds up another printed out photo and Jo's stomach falls to her knees and firmly lodges there. She drops her coffee, mug shattering on the floor, ceramics and liquid everywhere. The officer doesn't even flinch.

It's her fucking nephew.

It's Tristan in a hospital bed, looks like, staring at the camera with wide uncomprehending eyes. His hair is shorter than it used to be, and there is a ring of bruising around his neck, more bruises littered over his collarbone and shoulders.

She has a sudden wild urge to say she's never seen him before. Instead, she swallows and repeats the story she's practiced over and over until she's sure she can pass any lie detector test. "Yes. That's my late sister's son, Tristan. He ran away after their deaths. I thought he was dead."

The officer doesn't argue, just nods. "I see. Well, Ms. Botham, what would you say if I told you that your nephew is alive?"

Jo looks carefully, believably surprised. "He is? Where did you find him? I looked everywhere I could think of!"

"Did you?" The way the officer asks the question tells Jo there is a piece of the puzzle she hasn't seen yet... and it won't be something she likes. "Well, you'll be relieved to hear he was found alive."

"Yes... yes, I am. Relieved."

She's furious.

That little shit is going to ruin her life all over again, isn't he? She'll set his inheritance on fire before she lets him see a dollar. WRU was supposed to make it so she never saw him again.

She should have kept him locked in his room and left him there.

"I'll fly back home right away to see him," She says, a distant ringing filling her mind. "Where is he?"

"Your nephew is receiving medical care. Let's head down to the station. I'll fill you in on the details when we get there."

"Well-... Of course, officer, but I need to call my workplace-"

"We are already in contact with WRU, Ms. Botham. They are aware that you will not be in to work today. A WRU representative will be at the station."

Joanne takes in a breath and slowly lets it out. "I... I need a lawyer, don't I?"

"That's up to you, ma'am. All we want to do is talk. Please come with me." The officer steps back and gestures. Joanne stands, and the beauty of the day is suddenly lost on her entirely.

"Am I being charged with something?" Her voice is faint, suddenly. She swallows hard. "Am I being-"

"The only charged so far are laid against Governor Oliver Branch, ma'am."

"Against who?"

"Ma'am. Please come with me." There's a hand on her elbow and Joanne stumbles along. At the counter, the server is taping this, streaming it live. Jo glances up at the television over in the corner ceiling to see a news anchor talking about a WRU-branded human pet falling out of a balcony at the California governor's mansion and the resulting scandal.

Joanne thinks of all those missed calls on her phone.

"They're blaming me, aren't they?" She asks, coming to a sudden stop on the sidewalk outside. "They're blaming me! I'm going to be the fall guy, right?"

"Get in the car, Ms. Botham," The officer says firmly. One hand moves to her hip. "We can discuss this at the station."

Joanne sees the server with their phone out, following. The stupid little ass is smiling. They think this is funny.

It occurs to Jo they knew who she worked for all along.

She turns and with wild eyes yells, "WRU knew! I did nothing wrong! They knew!"

She's going to need one hell of a lawyer.

She's going to need a miracle.

She suddenly wishes she hadn't spent so much of Tristan's money. She could've used it for her legal fees.

-

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[alienheartattack]

Sweet Revenge (Inexorable AU)

Word Count: 2260 words

Rating: E. They fuck. It’s dope. Don’t read if you’re underage or have objections to explicit adult content.

Summary: Levi and Mikasa have a feud at the school bake sale and decide to get revenge on their PTA nemesis.

Notes: For non-US readers, PTA stands for parent-teacher association, where parents volunteer at their children’s schools to get involved in the school’s activities and influence the quality of their child’s education, usually through fundraisers and other events.

This story takes place 8-9 years after the events of Inexorable and about 2 years after the events of the other Inexorable AU fics, A Scream in the Night and A Minor Dispute About Rain. The only thing you really need to know if you haven’t read those is that Levi and Mikasa have a daughter named Anya, who is basically a grumpy mini Levi, in addition to Hana.

The only thing keeping Levi from running after the PTA president and giving her a hefty piece of his mind is Mikasa’s grip, firm and insistent, on the hem of his sweater.

“You’re going to stretch it out,” Levi snaps at his wife, redirecting his ire at the closest target. Mikasa idly caresses the swell of her belly with one hand and looks at him with one eyebrow raised, silently asking if he wants to argue with his pregnant wife in public.

“I’ll let you go when I’m confident you’re not going to track Joanne down and scream in her face,” she says calmly. “As much as I’d like to see that.”

“She fucking begged us to help out at this bake sale and now she’s just gonna call our lemon bars basic?! We’re not goddamn pastry chefs!”

“Levi, listen to yourself. You sound legitimately insane.”

He sighs, letting his shoulders drop as the tension and rage starts to leave his body. Mikasa releases his sweater and he collapses into his seat, crossing his arms over his chest. She joins him, gingerly lowering herself onto the uncomfortable metal folding chair provided by the school.

“I hate this so much. I hate Joanne, I hate being on the PTA, and I absolutely fucking hate bake sales,” he huffs.

"Well, we’re stuck here for the evening. I don’t want to be here either but I’m trying to make the most of it. Mikasa picks up a lemon bar and takes a huge bite. "Besides, fuck Joanne. These are good.”

Levi motions for Mikasa to give him a bite. “Fuck Joanne,” he agrees through a mouthful of pastry and curd.

Thankfully business picks up after that, and Levi and Mikasa spend the next half hour handing out lemon bars to parents and kids, ignoring Joanne hovering around them and observing their dealings with a disdainful eye. When the rush clears, she slowly approaches their table, pretending to be browsing. They both clock her gaze drifting over their mostly empty dish of lemon bars and the small twitch at the corner of her mouth that telegraphs her dissatisfaction with the Ackermans’ success. Triumphant, they share a brief glance, another silent Fuck Joanne.

To their dismay, she approaches Mikasa, staring at her oversized t-shirt dress. “Bun in the oven,” Joanne reads, her cold eyes sweeping over the looped script printed across Mikasa’s abdomen, decorated with a drawing of a smiling roll baking away. “Oh, you’re pregnant, sweetie! Congratulations!” There’s sweetness in her voice, but it’s tinged with venom. Mikasa knows it all too well.

“Thanks,” she mutters, bracing herself for the backhanded part of Joanne’s compliment.

“I thought you’d just let yourself go, but it’s a blessing instead! What a relief!” She laughs uproariously at her own joke. Levi jams his hands into the pockets of his jeans, balling them into tight fists so Joanne can’t see how enraged he is. “Is it a boy or a girl?”

Mikasa does not answer, instead focusing her energy on keeping a straight face while she contemplates murder. Levi can sense her tensing up, her shoulders stiffening, fury radiating from her body in waves.

“It’s a boy,” he cuts in curtly. “We’ve already got our two girls.”

“Your oldest isn’t—” Joanne’s voice drops to a near-whisper— “yours, though, is she?”

Levi narrows his eyes, no longer interested in hiding his annoyance. “She’s mine. I’ve helped raise her since she was a baby.”

“Oh, how sweet. What a modern family,” she gushes, cooing with an edge of condescension in her voice. “Well, congratulations.” She then turns and walks off, conveniently waving to someone across the room.

“Are you okay?” Levi asks Mikasa in a low voice once Joanne is out of earshot. Mikasa stares after her, eyes black with rage, her breath hissing through clenched teeth. She doesn’t need to say anything; he already knows the answer is no.

He places a reassuring hand on the back of her neck, massaging her nape the way she does to him when he’s stressed and ranting. “Tell you what, I’ll go out to the car and grab something sharp, we slice Joanne’s Achilles tendons and then get the hell out of here.”

“What? No!” She looks over at him, her expression disgusted and exasperated. “You have to stop watching gore movies with Hana. She’s barely ten.”

“She loves them! We were watching some zombie bullshit the other day and that little monster laughed while watching a guy get his guts ripped out and eaten. I’m pretty sure she’s gonna grow up to be a serial killer.”

Mikasa rolls her eyes. “Well, if she is, she gets it from Eren’s side of the family.” Even though he’s still angry on his wife’s behalf, Levi can’t help but chuckle at that.

“Fucking Joanne,” he grumbles. “If zombies ate her guts they’d spit them back out. Her kid’s an asshole, too.” Mikasa is well aware of that fact: Joanne’s son tried bullying Anya at the beginning of the school year, calling her a midget and pulling her hair until she had enough and whacked him in the face with her math textbook. That was Levi and Mikasa’s first run-in with Joanne before they joined the PTA, and things have only gone downhill since.

A few more kids approach the table, hesitant due to Levi’s scowl; Mikasa shutters her anger behind a calm facade and handles the sales, though she doesn’t say much.

When the latest wave of customers leaves, she turns to her husband. “I think I have an idea to make both of us feel better.”

A look of skepticism crosses his face. “Really? I was kinda hoping for that severed Achilles tendon.”

Mikasa facepalms; she’s had years to grow accustomed to her husband’s awkwardness and his awful jokes, but sometimes he still manages to surprise her. Ironically it only makes her love him more, this odd, cranky man who might literally kill for her.

“Joanne parked next to us, right?” she asks.

“Yeah, remember? I said her car looks like the physical embodiment of vaginal dryness and you laughed so hard you peed a little.”

“You really didn’t have to mention that last part.”

“I dunno, it gives the story flavor. Pee flavor.”

“Look, I have an idea. Get someone to take the rest of the lemon bars, then meet me in the parking lot. If anyone asks, I’m not feeling well and you need to take me home.”

Levi sighs. “What are you planning?”

Mikasa leans in close to him, her lips millimeters from his ear. “Meet me outside and you’ll see,” she purrs.

Five minutes later he bursts through the metal doors at the back of the school to see her sitting on the hood of Joanne’s car, an aggressively beige sedan.

“Come here,” she beckons him. He approaches her and, when he is within reach, she grabs his shirt and pulls him to her. Their lips collide awkwardly before settling into the familiar rhythm of their kissing, slow and deep.

After a few moments, he pulls away. “What is going on here?”

“Revenge,” she says. “I want you to fuck me on the hood of Joanne’s car.”

He ponders the suggestion for a moment, then smiles — and then a giggle escapes his mouth, a sound somewhere between bewilderment and glee, then another, then another.

“Aw, come on, don’t laugh. I thought it’d be fun.” She frowns, embarrassment heating and coloring her cheeks.

“No, no,” he says once he’s able to control his laughter. “I fucking love it.” He kisses her fiercely, growling deep in his throat. “I fucking love you.” Mikasa smiles, wrapping her arms around him and pulling him close. There’s some maneuvering involved in getting her underwear off, her round belly making the whole process somewhat unwieldy; Levi stuffs them in his pocket then gets down on the concrete, kneeling before her.

“Are you serious?” she squeals, trying to look at him over the curve of her stomach.

“If anyone asks, tell them you went into labor and I’m checking how far along you are.” With a low laugh he gets to work, nuzzling her pussy before licking a firm stroke along her seam. Mikasa bites her lip and lets out a shaky anticipatory breath in the brief moment before Levi lavishes attention on her clit, massaging it with his lips and tongue. She gasps when he pulls away from her a few minutes later, halfway to orgasm and disappointed not to get there.

“We need to be fast,” he says in lieu of an apology, undoing his pants and pulling out his half-hard cock, pumping it a few times in his fist. “I’ll finish you off at home.”

“You’d better,” she replies, a playful threat.

Levi settles himself between her legs then enters her with no warning or fanfare save the soft moan they both make, a low noise of contentment, of wholeness. They have always been a fearsome team, first as colleagues, then lovers, now spouses and parents, and their lovemaking is no different, each of them able to discern angles and positions from sighs, from grunts, from the furrow of a brow or the touch of a hand. Tonight Mikasa slides her hands down Levi’s back, skating over the soft brushed cashmere of his sweater, telling him that she wants him to be gentle with her — for now, anyway. Joanne’s comment must have stung, he thinks, and he resolves to show her exactly how beautiful he thinks she is, pregnant or not. There’s a certain earthy, ephemeral beauty in her pregnant body, something attractive and incredibly arousing about the thought of her creating and building life even as she sits next to him selling lemon bars at a school bake sale. He loves the way her hard edges have softened, the pleasing new fullness in her cheeks, the luminous glow that seems to emanate from within her.

(He has learned since her last pregnancy not to mention that he also loves the growing size of her breasts, and in return Mikasa only rebukes him for staring when he’s open-mouthed and practically drooling.)

Mikasa’s eyes flutter closed as Levi rocks against her, a gentle motion that makes the car bounce in time with his thrusts. A bubble of laughter escapes her lips.

“What’s that for?” he asks with a smile, then kisses her before she can answer.

“I love you so much,” she says against his mouth. “And fuck Joanne.”

Levi stops moving; Mikasa cocks her head, silently asking him what’s wrong. “Don’t say that bitch’s name when I’m inside you.”

“Look, do you want to revenge-fuck me or not?” She isn’t sure if that’s a word, but during sex, when they’re heated and frantic for each other, even Levi’s crude come-ons sound like poetry, so maybe this will work.

It does. “You want me to revenge-fuck you?” he growls, slapping his hips against hers with a rough thrust. She whimpers at the impact, a wave of pleasure rippling through her body.

“Yeah,” she pants. “Show me how angry you are.”

He makes a low hum of approval; though he’s become more proficient at sweet talk and romance in the years he’s been with Mikasa, he tends to favor sex as intense as his personality, grasping hands and heavy eye contact. Mikasa has never seemed to mind though sometimes, like tonight, she needs him to make love to her first.

Levi fucks her hard and fast, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the cool night, her cunt making obscene liquid noises around his cock. Even through the delicious haze of their passion they’re listening out for footsteps, for cars, for the creak of doors opening.

“We should finish soon,” Mikasa pants.

“I’m close.” He slows his pace, grinding against her, sinking into her as deep as he can go, before pulling back and scything into her slick heat again and again, harder and harder, muttering curses and endearments and wordless sounds of effort and desire.

And then he thrusts into Mikasa so roughly that her ass hits the hood of Joanne’s car hard, triggering the car alarm, horn blaring and lights flashing.

“Shit!” Levi yelps, startled by the sudden noise. He jumps back from her, stuffing his stiff, aching cock back in his pants and undoing the fly with adrenaline-shaky fingers.

“We gotta go!” She hops down from the car, landing unsteadily on her feet, pulling her dress down over her nudity. “Do you have the keys?” She scrambles over to their car, pulling at the handle of the locked passenger door. “Come on!”

Levi reaches in his pocket for the key fob, mashing the buttons so the doors unlock and the ignition turns on. Mikasa clambers into the car as fast as she can, slamming the door behind her, and Levi follows soon after. Through the windshield she can see someone coming to locate the source of the commotion and chants, “Drive! Drive!” at Levi while he clicks his seatbelt into place.

“Seatbelt!” he barks at her and she complies, fear and arousal and adrenaline making her feel jittery and giggly and wonderfully alive. Levi remains stoic, but there’s a devilish glee playing at the corners of his lips: he’s enjoying himself just as much as she is. He backs their car out of the parking spot with the precision of a stunt driver and peels off, speeding off into the night seconds before Joanne comes outside to investigate the shrieking car alarm and the strange ass-shaped dent on her hood.

[nct-lian]

nct 127’s relation to lian

TAEIL + LIAN: IL-LI

taeil used to wake her up for school when she was still a teenager :((

such a soft but overlooked duo

will appreciate each other forever and ever

lian teaches him roasts in english that he can say to johnny

remain each other’s hype man and woman

taeil was the first to suggest he and the other nct members react to the trailers of her dramas on video so they can boost them in popularity

promotes the HELL out of lian’s solo career over twitter

lian loves coming up behind him and just giving him hugs because he’s soft (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞

they watch movies together a lot! but taeil has to come down to the fifth floor because lian hates it up on the tenth one

he was once able to grab her hand in an airport and they held hands the entire time :(( a few pictures went a little viral

they share hoodies NSHDHSHCJA

lian keeps bugging him to get an instagram

taeil will ALWAYS take her side in silly arguments she and the other members have sometimes

he makes fun of her height because she’s shorter than him-

he also used to help her with her homework :(

cried when lian went on her first date

“my child is growing up (´∩｀。)”

had to do a background check on the guy before he even allowed him to come in contact with her again, though

JOHNNY + LIAN: JOANN

johnny is her dad, period

no questions asked he is her father

will give her piggyback rides all the time

he was once woken up by her jumping on his bed and asking if they could go shopping

at 6:00 am

he actually got up, got ready and took her shopping but since it was so early, the stores were all closed

he took her out for japanese fluffy pancakes, though!

whenever lian is sick, johnny makes her his mom’s homemade chicken noodle soup recipe :((

speaking of johnny’s mom, she loves lian to death and always asks johnny if he’s taking good care of her

if they’re not being asked any questions or having to translate anything during interviews, they always whisper jokes in each other’s ears to try and make the other one laugh

because of how lian dies during the trailer of her new drama, johnny cried in front of twenty-two other men while they reacted to it

he was NOT embarrassed

“how are you guys not crying? this is so sad. what a cruel world we live in ໒( ˵ •̀ □ •́ ˵ )७”

kept screaming at lian’s “dream of you” performance video

“WHY ARE YOU ON THE GROUND DANCING LIKE THAT?!” “JISUNG COVER YOUR EYES-“

he once effortlessly picked up lian and moved her somewhere else because she wasn’t standing where she was supposed to be

everyone says that their ship name is something a white, suburban mom would be named. now nctzens pronounce joann like “joanne” ･x･

it was said on the zach sang show that johnny used to measure her height every month to see if she grows or not, and that’s the only reason why he has her height memorized

TAEYONG + LIAN: LIYONG

has lost lian in so many airports it’s not even funny

“hyung, what happened to lian?” “oh, you have GOT to be kidding me-“

whenever he doesn’t see her he goes into panic mode and starts asking if anyone has seen his little sister

“about this tall with really shiny hair? her cheekbones are insane, i swear. OH OH OH SHE WAS WEARING JOHNNY’S HOODIE- you don’t know what johnny’s hoodie looks like.. okay, well thank you for your help.”

one of the first members that she was comfortable with

lian said that he was her role model :’(

as the leader, he’s always taking care of her and will not sleep until he knows for sure she’s eaten

because of how lian never participated in any of nct’s first bit of promotions due to being too uncomfortable around them, she was allowed to skip out on the viewings of their relay video letters

but she was still required to make one for somebody and that somebody was taeyong ˵ ຈ ︿ ຈ ˵

she said that she was glad he was her leader and that she hoped to become closer one day

he cried

declares that he will take care of lian till the day he dies

taeyong had yelled at lian’s former manager until he voluntarily quit working for her- he had found out that lian was being overworked to the point where she collapsed during their dance practice and he wasn’t okay with it

always cheering her on backstage when she performs solo

he always tries to include her in guiding the members for their dances because he knows how happy it makes her

instead of having her carry her glasses around with her, he does it instead :D

“nana, do you have to wear your glasses now?”

taeyong tucks her into bed every night he can ᕕ( ཀ ʖ̯ ཀ)ᕗ

YUTA + LIAN: YUN

totally doesn’t have feeling for her, yeah

yuta is obsessed and when i tell you he’s obsessed, he’s obsessed

did i mention obsessed?

he’s jealous of everyone :(

yun stans insist that the only reason yuta is so touchy with winwin and mark is because he’s trying to cover up his feelings for lian

bye if that’s true-

hyuck wanted to give her a hug (a rare occurrence) and yuta straight up just said,

“mine. go away”

i have proof guys :// johnny recorded it and literally posted it on instagram

lian died internally when yuta cut his long hair because she couldn’t put it into ponytails anymore :((

but his hair is growing back now so she’s able to do it again :)

yuta teaches her japanese every tuesday and thursday!

we don’t bring this up because it’s pretty embarrassing but,, when nct 127 were backstage before performing kick it, yuta asked doyoung (who was in a direction where he could get a clear view of lian’s face) if lian was staring at him

how do we know this, you may ask?

it was caught on camera and everyone made fun of him for a solid week straight

he’s caught staring at her from afar way too often for comfort

lian says that he’s very pretty

much like the other memebers that have instagram, he makes story countdowns that he posts about a week before lian plans to release her solo music

DOYOUNG + LIAN: LIDO

another member of the lian protection squad

doyoung was the first to start calling her cupcake

it all started when doyoung was sick and lian made him cupcakes to make him feel better

will slap anyone who makes a flirty remark towards lian

was embarrassed for yuta when he asked if she was staring at him

said “no” and walked away

lian is the only one who ever shows him any mercy :’)

they have very similar taste in decor so they often go shopping together for things to put around the dorm

doyoung said that he spends the most time in lian’s room because it smells like vanilla all the time

he spoils her SO MUCH

like so much

half the plushies she owns at the moment were gifts from doyoung

has a tendency to watch over her and make sure she’s content at all times

“cupcake, are you hungry? i can make you some food if you’d like” “oppa, it’s 3:00am-“ “and?”

they take such pretty instagram pictures :((

at one point in time, doyoung was jealous of his older brother because lian used to crush on him a tiny bit :0

not because doyoung likes her or anything, she just couldn’t stop talking about how nice he looked in revolutionary love

disapproves of the staff giving lian such short clothing sometimes

“um, excuse me, she can’t wear that. are you crazy? go get her a new outfit, please”

JAEHYUN + LIAN: JAELI

not many people bring this up because we know it’s honestly a sensitive topic :|

but he lowkey has deep feelings for her (he makes it so obvious sometimes it’s kinda disappointing to see how oblivious lian really is to it)

jaeli + yun love triangle anyways

jokes aside, though, jaehyun loves lian so so much

once cried to johnny about how he doesn’t know what to do and that he didn’t want to make anything awkward by confessing to her

makes sure to be near her as often as possible

once scared away a whole kim taehyung from talking to her during isac ╰[ ⁰﹏⁰ ]╯ (let’s pretend bts were there for 2019 pls)

“jungkook, keep your friend away, please :D”

didn’t work, though, because they ended up having a conversation later in the day either way

*in the 97’ liner groupchat* “HYUNG IM SORRY HE RAN AWAY I DIDNT KNOW WHAT TO DOl

it was uncalled for but what can you do amirite ┐(´～｀)┌

lian pokes his dimples a lot and squishes his cheeks

just randomly hugs him but he’s not complaining

johnny isn’t picking sides but he became team jaeli after jaehyun broke into tears in front of him for the first time since they were trainees about how much he loves lian

sad,, i know

lian judges jaehyun for not sleeping with sheets

continues to believe he is not a human being, but a robot created in a lab

jaehyun smiles at her for no reason

JUNGWOO + LIAN: LIWOO

an instant bond formed between them when they first met!

jungwoo learned a lot about her and has developed so many ways to deal with her anxiety :(

gave the staff a guide on how to keep her calm when he went on hiatus because he couldn’t be there with her

buys her colouring books because he knows that they calm her down well!

liwoo went viral and become a popular ship when lian accidentally changed the nct 127 instagram profile picture to a jungwoo icon

she got scolded but it was iconic orange haired jungwoo with a chain-

an untouchable duo when they do double aegyo

nctzens think jungwoo is her favourite member

maybe because lian said he was

“ “who’s your favourite member?” hmm i’ll have to say woo-oppa!”

*cue jungwoo laughing at yuta’s face because he was that shocked*

they share secrets with each other so now they probably know the other like the palm of their hand

even though he’s off his hiatus, he still has to guide the staff members through lian’s little moments because sm staff suck at their job sometimes

they’re the two members who go grocery shopping together

more like jungwoo dragging lian to the grocery store with him but okay

jungwoo loves kissing her cheeks (〃▽〃)

their vocals mixed together are confirmed to be noises from heaven

lian misses his blonde bowl cut :/

MARK + LIAN: LIMARK

leader of lian’s natural length hair committee

like when i tell you mark hates her extensions-

mark was the first friend lian was able to make in nct!

they bonded over canada and it was very rare to see them speaking in korean

mark goes into straight panic when he’s with her sometimes

has to remind himself they’re like siblings

lian ans mark covered “your eyes” by hoody and jay park during a vlive!

it was adorable :((

lian had him saved in her phone as “android user” but now she doesn’t know what to change it to

they had a fight in 2019

mark let’s her call him the weirdest freaking nicknames ヽ ( ꒪д꒪ )ﾉ

mars bar, markie, mork, marko

AND IN RETURN HE CALLS HER MARIJUANA-

he says it’s because czennies consider her to be addicting and since marijuana is addicting as well he thought it’d be a good fit

someone on twitter absolutely ENDED HIM though and wouldn’t stop making fun of him (；⌣̀_⌣́)

they can read each other’s mind just by looking at each other

“dude i hate this shit why does she keep asking us who we wanna collab with?” *cue lian laughing hysterically*

“what’s so funny (゜-゜)” — interviewer

HAECHAN + LIAN: LIHYUCK

haechan makes fun of her kissing scenes in dramas

calls her short all the time

“lian give me a high five- oh haha nevermind it’s too bad you’re so short”

they’ve actually been so close to fighting each other and i’m not even joking

they’re the two members who fight the most out of all of them

but despite this, they love each other very much

hyuck says he’s the only one who’s allowed to make her mad

and if anyone else makes her mad he’d kill them

limark 2019 fight flashbacks where haechan kept threatening mark

there are actually moments when they’re clingy with each other-

haechan loves her hugs :((

like ??????? one minute they’re at each other’s throats and the next, they’re all lovey dovey hugging each other make it make sense ?????

lian could be speaking english and he’d say, “korean, please. i can’t understand canadian”

“shut up <3”

hello haechan cried and wouldn’t let go of her during her and mark’s graduation ceremony in 2018

she makes fun of him for it but never takes it too far

he goes to her for dance advice

during their nct 2018 weekly idol appearance when they were doing the random kpop dance thing, they beat everyone أ‿أ

[teenwolffan-with-nolife]

The Witch and The Wolf Pt.57

Word Count: 2,938

Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Jordan Parrish, Lydia Martin, Braeden, Liam Dunbar, Reader, OC Characters

Pairings: Derek Hale x Witch!Reader

Warnings: angst, small fluff

A/N: ----

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“You've been so focused on me you’re not even realizing what’s going on with you!” you ran your fingers through your hair, letting out a soft sigh.

You felt sick again in the next few hours, unable to hide it from Derek as he stood across from you.

“Can we not do this right now?” you felt exhausted as you walked out of the bathroom, only for Derek to stop you once again.

“How long has this been going on?!” he asked.

“Not for too long, like 3 or 4 days,” you shrugged.

“Why are you… You do realize that you can't get sick, right? What if you’re dying?! What if this thing that Kate did to me is affecting you?!” his face softened into a more worried look as he took a step back from you.

“I just killed you,” he shook his head.

“What? No, Derek, I am not dying! Look, it honestly isn't that bad. I just feel a little sick once or twice a day. If anything, I’m getting stronger,” you tried to calm him down as he frowned.

“What are you talking about?” he asked.

“Well, I healed, actually,” you started.

You could see Derek’s worry grow as he paced around the loft before you put your hand on his shoulder.

“Look, I’m sorry I didn't tell you, okay? But, you need to just take a breath. I am fine. If something happens and I’m not fine then I will let you know, okay?” you stroked his cheek softly as he clenched his jaw, before sighing.

He closed his eyes, nodding softly as you kissed his cheek. He wrapped his arms around you tightly, lifting you slightly as you buried your head into his neck, pressing another kiss to his neck.

You heard a knock on the door as you looked up, rolling your eyes.

“Why does everyone decide to bother us at three in the morning,” you groaned.

“It’s because you’re their mother,” he shrugged, before giving a small smirk.

You pushed him gently, going to open the door, only to see Lydia, Scott, and Parrish in front of you.

“Uhm, is everything all right?” you frowned.

“No, actually. Can we come in?”

---

“You seem normal to me,” you continued to scan Parrish’s body, along with his hands, hair, and nails.

“That’s because I am. He lit me on fire, and somehow, I’m completely normal,” he explained.

“Even your nails and hair grew back,” you noticed.

“What do you think that means?” you turned to Derek.

“He’s not a wolf. I mean, setting one of us on fire would definitely kill one of us,” Derek replied.

“Witch?” Scott suggested.

“If he was a witch, I would feel him. And the fire would have killed him?” you raised an eyebrow.

“Vampire?” Derek asked.

“This far west?” you asked.

“You’re right,” Derek sighed.

“Okay, well, tell us more about what happened. I knew I hated Haigh for a reason,” you shook your head.

“Well, it seemed like he didn't know what he was doing,” he started.

“Well, that’s given,” you replied.

“Yeah… well, I don’t really know. He said that I was worth 5 million, covered me in oil, and then tried to kill me,” he explained.

“But Haigh wasn't a hunter, right? Scott, how long as he worked there for?” you asked.

“A few years, actually,” Scott replied.

“That means maybe it's not just professionals. Maybe if anyone who can get access to it. No one’s safe,” Derek pulled on your arm gently, holding your hand.

“Okay, can someone just explain to me what’s happening? From the beginning?” Parrish asked, you could see him getting slightly frustrated.

“Okay, long story short, Lydia is a banshee, Scott and Derek are werewolves, Scott’s an alpha, which is like the leader. I’m a witch, Stiles is human…”

---  

You made your way to Liam’s house, about to knock at his door before he opened it quickly.

“Sorry, my parents are asleep,” he explained.

You nodded your head, as he led you up to his room. There were papers all over his floor, while you raised an eyebrow.

“I-I was sleeping, well, I was trying to sleep, and then my printer started up, and it started printing out the Deadpool. It has everyone else’s names crossed off, I’m worth more, and-” he paused to take a breath, before putting his hands on his head.

“Hey, it’s okay, kid. Just take a breath. Let me look at it,” you picked up a few pieces of paper, looking at the lists 

Sean Walcott 250

David Walcott 250

Michael Walcott 250

Christina Walcott 250

(Y/N) (Y/L/N) 20

Lydia Martin 20

Scott McCall 25

Demarco Montana 250

Carrie Hudson 250

You panicked slightly, seeing your value go up, and seeing Derek’s was no longer there. You turned the paper, looking at the other lists.

Kate Argent 12

Noshiko Yukimura 5

Joanne Mclaughlin 1

Steve Grace 1 

Tom Hill 1

Brett Talbot 1

Reed Schull 250

Richard Benefield 250

You paused, taking a deep breath, before looking back at Liam. He sat on his bed, curled up into a ball as he wrapped his arms around himself. You paused, putting the papers down, before walking over to him.

“What else happened?” you asked softly, sitting in front of him.

“Nothing,” he shook his head.

“I’m great at picking up when people are lying,” you replied.

“I can’t sleep,” he sighed.

“Well, it’s still early in the night-” you looked at the clock to see that it was nearly 5 in the morning.

“What did Kate Argent do to all of you?” Liam asked.

“Okay, storytime,” you moved further back onto his bed, resting his head on your lap as he frowned.

“Maybe you’ll fall asleep, it’s a long one,” you replied.

He nodded, pulling the blanket over himself as you started.

“When Derek and Kate were teenagers…”

---

“Where were you last night? You didn't come home from Liam’s,” Derek questioned you as soon as you walked into the loft, placing his gun down, while you saw Braeden standing across from him.

“Training?” you asked her, while he nodded.

“You should get back to that,” you replied.

“Wait, (Y/N),” Derek walked to you, pulling your arm slightly.

“I’m sorry for getting mad with you,” he apologized.

“I’m sorry too, I should've told you. But honestly, it’s not that bad,” you said.

He nodded, while you smiled softly, stroking his cheek. He looked back at you, kissing your hand softly.

“As cute as the two of you are, I don’t have all day. Derek, we need to train. He can barely load a gun correctly, (Y/N),” Braeden called out.

“Yeah, I get it. She’s really hardcore,” Derek muttered.

“It wouldn't be any easier if I was training you,” you replied.

He sighed before you pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“I’d love to stay and watch you get beaten by Braeden, but I have to go meet Stiles and Lydia. They’re trying to crack her grandmother’s code,” you explained.

“Good luck,” you waved to him and Braeden before leaving the loft once again.

---

“It has to be Maddy. One hundred percent it’s Maddy,” Stiles said.

You could hear Stiles’ printer beeping as you rolled your eyes.

Lydia typed Maddy onto the computer, getting an error message.

“No,” you replied.

“What about Lydia?” Lydia sighed, rolling her eyes before typing in her name, receiving another error message. 

“Mom’s name?” you suggested.

NATALIE

Another error message. Another beep from Stiles’ printer.

“Okay, look. We know it’s for Lydia, right? Did you and your grandmother have any place that the two of you went to? Anything inside jokes or anything like that?” you asked.

“Nothing that I can think of,” she groaned.

“If this stupid printer doesn't shut the hell up,” Stiles yelled.

“Put fucking paper in it!” you yelled back.

“There! Happy now?!” he shoved the paper in the printer, pressing the reset button.

You turned your attention back to Lydia, seeing a look on her face.

“What? What is it?” you asked.

“When I was younger, we used to read The Little Mermaid to each other, all the time. My parents got annoyed, for a month I only answered to Ariel… my grandma thought it was adorable,” she remembered.

“Try the little mermaid!” Stiles said.

She typed it, receiving another error message.

“Or maybe try Ariel?” you raised an eyebrow, looking at Stiles. He subbed, nodding his head.

The list unlocked, appearing on the screen as the three of you tensed up, looking at the names.

Tamra Johansen

Alice Duffy

Paula Brasch

Trey Lockhart

Josh Morris

Elisa Chin

Peter Mcelroy

Taylor Freeman

Terrence Shuman

Lorraine Martin

“Are any of these names familiar to you?” you asked Lydia.

“No, just my grandmothers,” she shook her head.

“Okay, print out a list…” you heard Stiles’ printer going off, while multiple sheets began to print.

“What are you doing?” you looked at Stiles.

“I didn't do anything,” he shook his head.

You picked up the sheets, seeing the Deadpool, feeling a sense of coldness and uncomfortable feelings washing over you.

“It’s the Deadpool,” you said.

“The same thing happened to Liam last night,” you turned to face the two of them.

“It’s becoming easier and easier to access… Now anyone can see it,” Stiles said, baffled.

“We need to be extra… we need to be careful,” you said to Lydia.

“Call Scott. Lydia, print out the new list, we’ll run the names at the station, I’ll text Parrish,” the two of them nodded, while Stiles pulled out his phone, and you texted Parrish.

---

“All of them are dead?” you asked.

“Within the last ten years,” Parrish nodded.

“How did they die?” Stiles asked.

“Looks like they were all suicides,” he looked at the screen.

Lydia looked over the screen, before gasping softly.

“Look at where they all took place,” she said.

Eichen house

“Of course it was,” you sighed.

“Well, we can buy Brunski out for information,” Stiles said.

“So, let’s go to Eichen House,” you nodded.

“Actually, not you,” Parrish pointed at you, while you frowned.

“Sheriff Stilinski wanted me to ask you if you could go to the school. There’s that lacrosse bonfire thingy,” he explained.

“With everything that happened, maybe a little unnatural support could do some good,” you scrunched your face, hearing him say unnatural.

“Crap, he’s right. Liam and Scott are probably gonna be there,” Stiles sighed.

“Okay, fine. Just call me when you figure it out, okay? Parrish, if they’re not back in an hour or two, will you go to Eichen, please?” you asked.

“Yeah. Don’t worry, they’ll be fine,” he nodded.

You sighed softly, nodding your head before leaving the police station.

---

“Scott,” you shoved yourself through a group of teenagers, trying to make your way to Scott, with great difficulty.

The music was too loud for anyone's good, even with his werewolf hearing, Scott wouldn't hear you.

“Scott!” you finally made your way to him, as he looked up at you, slightly surprised.

“What are you doing here?!” he asked.

“Well, I’m supposed to be monitoring but I don’t think they need any more help,” you motioned to the group of security guards shooting you dirty looks.

You saw Liam sitting with his friend, holding some bottle of alcohol in one hand, and a water bottle in the other.

“Does he know-” you started.

“I tried to tell him. He won’t listen, same with Malia,” you raised an eyebrow.

“She’s here?” you looked behind Scott, seeing her dancing by herself, holding a flask in her hands before slumping over, nearly falling to the floor.

“Malia,” you quickly grabbed her, helping her up.

“Oh, sorry!” her voice was different, her speech was slurred and she was sweating.

“Scott… she's drunk,” you frowned, looking over to Scott.

“What?” you grabbed the flask from her, handing it to Scott.

“It smells normal to me,” he shook his head.

“What about Liam?” Malia held onto Scott, bending over slightly.

“That doesn't feel too good,” she groaned.

You made your way to Liam, seeing his friend holding on his arm.

“Liam,” you said, putting your hand on his shoulder.

“I’m Mason,” his friend said.

“(Y/N). Cool earrings,” you nodded your head.

“Thanks. He drank like two whole bottles,” you lifted Liam’s head up, looking for any wound or anything that would give concern.

“Malia’s not getting any better,” Scott put Malia against the bench.

“I don’t get what’s happening,” you put your hand on Malia’s forehead, before feeling an overwhelming sensation of pain hit your head as you winced, stumbling back a few steps.

Your head was throbbing as you tried to keep your eyes open, looking at Scott, while he stumbled slightly.

“How much did you two have to drink?” Mason asked.

“Nothing at all,” your vision blurred as you wrapped your arms around your stomach, feeling a sharp pain hitting you.

“Oh god,” you groaned.

“(Y/N/N)... it’s the music,” Scott gasped.

“I-I’ll go turn it off, okay? Mason, Scott, get them out of here,” the two of them nodded as you made your way back through the crowd, hearing the music getting louder as you frowned softly, wrapping your hands around your ears, trying to shut it out. 

You scrunched your eyes, nearly falling over before you felt someone grab your arm roughly, pulling you up.

“Let me go,” you tried pulling away.

“How much have you had to drink, (Y/N)?” you heard one of the deputies ask, throwing you onto his back.

“Stop… I didn't drink anything,” your speech was slurred, as you noticed the smirk on his face, as he reached for his walkie.

“I just got her,” you heard him say as you tensed up.

He carried you into the locker room, seeing Scott, Liam, and Malia in the hallway.

“Scott!” you tried to yell out, feeling your entire body aching, as you tried to keep your eyes open.

“There isn't a single person on this force who doesn't hate you, who doesn't loathe you. Who doesn't want to kill you,” he put his hand on your head, lifting it up as you clenched your jaw, taking deep breaths trying to control yourself. Not that your powers would do much given your current focus level.

“Being Stilinski’s number one. You waltzed into that station and he handed you a badge and a gun for free!” he barked at you.

“You can't even imagine the relief we all felt when Haigh said you were worth 20 million on that Deadpool,” he reached for a run of gasoline as you gasped, tensing up.

He poured it over you, as you tried to hold in a cry, biting your lip. He flipped open a lighter, waving in front of your face as you felt your heart aching as you felt the heat on your face.

You could hear screaming, memories of you yelling for your mom, remembering your house on fire.

Please not like this

You heard the music stop, taking a deep breath as your eyes glew purple.

“Dis,” you used your magic, pushing him off of you and grabbing the lighter before shutting it.

You heard him hit the lockers before he reached for his gun from his back pocket.

He aimed it at you, before you jumped, seeing multiple gunshots hit him in the chest before he fell over.

“(Y/N),” Derek ran to you, wrapping his arms around you tightly as you buried your face in his neck, trying to hold in your cries.

“You’re shaking,” he held onto you, wiping your face before putting his hands on your shoulders, looking into your eyes.

“It was just the fire,” you shook your head.

“Come on,” he put his arm over your shoulder, walking out of the locker room.

“Are you guys okay?” you asked the three of them.

They nodded their heads before asking you.

“Go home now. All of you,” you said, while they nodded.

You continued holding Derek’s hand, while you, him, and Braeden made your way out of the school.

---

After getting back to the loft, you quickly stripped off your clothes, going to take a shower. You finally exited the bathroom after what seemed like an hour. 

You remained quiet, slowly making your way onto the bed, before looking down at your hands, playing with the blanket.

“(Y/N/N),” Derek held your hand, pulling you slightly to face him.

You sniffled softly, looking down as he put his hand on your cheek, stroking it softly.

You closed your eyes, feeling a tear slip down before he wiped it away.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” your voice broke slightly as he nodded his head.

“Don’t think about all the bad things that happened, just think about all those times that fire almost killed you, and you didn't let it. You're strong, (Y/N),” you nodded, biting your lip to hold in a cry before opening your eyes to look at him.

“I’m tired,” you said.

He laid down on the bed, while you laid on top of him, resting your head on his chest. You could feel his chest slowly rising and falling, hearing his heart beating slightly.

“Your name's not on the Deadpool anymore,” you said softly.

“I know. Just don't think about that right now. Let’s just take a break from everything else that's going on, okay?” you nodded your head, before he kissed your forehead, pulling you in close.

“I love you, (Y/N/N).”

“I love you too, Derek.”

[uwuowotf2waslife]

Regarding your Pregnant Spy Post, you never said what he'd be like when the Big Day comes for the kid to be born. How would that go?

OwO did someone say mpreg?

Well....

The big day or why Medic should never be a midwife

Lets be real, babies get in and come out. They cant stay in forever, unless something really freaky goes down...

Spy knows the basics of human sex ed, thats a given fact, but he has no idea nor wants to know how Medic made this work. So yea he will ditch Medic... And does what all good moms should do and avoids thinking about it, big mistake.

He has a high pain tolerance so he mistook contractions for cramps and became a floff for his S/O to cuddle. But S/O isnt dumb and they know that he is in labor, but they also dont want to stress him so they pretend they dont understand what's going on.

Untill his water breaks and all hell broke loose. He panics so much he almost faints, so S/O must dash to the Medbay from Spys Smoking room while carrying a semi unconscious Spy (a great start).

Medic wants to do his Medic things, but deep down he cares about Spy so he gives him some laughing gass and tells him to suck it up.

The next hours are hell for both S/O and Spy, because Medic wants to do his experiment stuff and Spy is in a constant state of panic which under normal circumstances is bad.

Spy has the tendency to slip in french when he gets stressed so good luck backaroo i hope you know french cause i dont.

At some point he is in the final stages, after a brief screaming match in angry german with medic and a scapel being thrown at Heavys right eye ( poor heavy only wanted to help). Medic got pissed, healed Heavy and skiddadled away from the medbay while muttering about ignorant fools who cant see a medical breakthrough when they see it. Heavy stayed because he has some experience ( he lived in the countryside so he knows to help cows birth, so how difficult humans can be) and he hates the possibility of something horrible happening.

His idea is simple, (the birth scene from Pope Joanne) S/O sitting crosslegged begind Spy and holding him and Spy to take finnaly some breaths before fainting again.

For Spy is a religious almost experience. He has never been more uncomfortable in his whole life and he feels as if a cheesegrater is getting shoved down his asshole. He wants to just stop, run and live the rest of his life with his baby inside him all safe and sound and... Its weird. He feels loved and protected, which is a good thing but also really really scared.

He starts screaming in french at some point so both Heavy and S/O know its coming right tf now.

Suprisingly Heavy is a pretty chill midwife and helps Spy calm a tiny bit, which makes Spy cry.

Now under normal circumstances you dont want to see Spy cry. His a very ugly crier, but at this point he is beyond what gentleman decency has taught him.

For a good hour he scream cries that he will be a terrible papa and S/O doesnt deserve him because he is a bastard and horrible horrible stuff.

S/O knows its the stress talking and just helps him move things alone while kissing his sweaty neck or shoulder, in a effort to ground him.

After hours, the ordeal is finnaly over and Spy is again crying and holding his daughter while Heavy has gone to shower off the birth goo and smell off him.

Hes finnaly a Papa-Mama

S/O is still holding him and congratulating him for doing a good job, that hes a wonderful man and they are in love with both him and his bebe.

All goes well untill Medic yeets the doors open and shows off the rest of the gang the new happy family.

Rumors says that noone has seen a jar of bread monster being thrown so fast in the last 5 years.

The rest of the gang were traumatised and Scout will fistfight anyone who brings it up again.

And for the love of christ her name is Amalie you Yankee scum not Amelie.

[wiypt-writes]

Riding High

Ch14: True Perfection Has To Be Imperfect

Chapter Summary: Frank gets the keys to the new apartment and the renovations start. Everything seems to be going so well for them all, until Fliss gets some news that rocks the very foundations they’ve been building.

Chapter Warnings: Bad Language words.

Chapter Pairings:  Frank Adler x OFC Fliss Gallagher

 A/N: As always, if you like and enjoy please comment and Re-Blog. I’d love to hear your thoughts and questions!

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Fliss Gallagher and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

Riding High Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Chapter 13

 It’s your time, it’s your day, it’s never too late, to change lanes.

Frank could tell something was off the minute he pulled onto the yard. The usual chatter that rang out was absent and there just seemed a general air about the place that he couldn't identify. But it wasn't long before he found out why.

"Fliss is on the floor!" Mary’s voice loud with worry as she pointed into the paddock. Frank glanced over as he shut the door to his truck and felt himself grow cold. He broke into a jog, heading towards the fence and let out a sigh of relief when he saw she was moving.

“Wait here…” he instructed Mary before, with a flourish, he vaulted over the side of the paddock and jogged across the riding paddock.

 “What happened?” he asked.

 “Oh, hey Sailor!” Fliss grinned up at him, where she lay flat on her back, Thor led by her side, head on her thigh. “Just had a fall but everything’s working, just giving myself a minute to get my breath and what not.” “Nothing broken.” Joanne looked at Frank from where she knelt by Fliss, the reins to the big, black horse in her hands

Frank knelt down next to Fliss and looked at her as she reached out and gently ran her hand down his forearm. “How d’ya fall off?” “Oh Bronson got confused at the jump, was trying to dodge out to the right. I corrected him and he kind of took off, twisted mid-air and I got unseated.” she explained.

 “It was a pretty good show of acrobatics.” Joanne nodded in agreement.

 Thor gave a little whine and his head moved, his eyes looking up at Fliss who scratched his ear.

 “I’m ok, mate.” she said softly. “I’m good.”

 "This wouldn't happen on a boat ya know" Frank teased gently and she looked up at him, quirking an eyebrow as she propped herself up on her elbows.

 "Boats are boring...nothing like having a half tonne animal between your legs" she replied, causing him and Joanne to smirk.

“You’re terrible.” Joanne shook her head as Fliss simply grinned.

 “Okay, I’m good to go." Fliss sat up fully. Frank got up off his knees and held out his hand, gently pulling her to her feet. She dusted herself off and then turned to take Bronson's reins off Joanne.

 "Can you give me a leg up?" She asked and Frank felt his heart stop

 "You cannot be serious!" He spluttered back.

 "What?"

 “You’re getting back on?”

 “Yeah.” Fliss looked at Frank as if he was stupid “I’m not hurt, not really, just gonna ache like hell for a few days. It’s the same as riding a bike, you don’t stop if you fall off!” “It’s a little different to riding-“

“Besides,” she spoke over him, “he’ll be unsettled and if I don’t get on and end the session well it’s gonna be in his mind, and mine for that matter, for next time and it’ll just be a nightmare so…”

Frank knew there was no point in arguing with her. Instead he held his hands up and backed away as Joanne boosted her up.

“What happened?” Mary asked as he reached the paddock fence she was now perched sideways on, her legs hanging either side.

 “She fell off.” Frank answered simply. “She’s okay though. She’s back on.” They watched as Fliss gently walked the horse round before picking up trot, then canter and then turned him straight for the jump. Frank grimaced slightly but he needn’t have bothered, the horse cleared the fence and Fliss gently slowed him down, patting him.

 “Fucking crazy.” Frank mumbled to himself, shaking his head.

Whilst Fliss wasn’t seriously injured, she was certainly feeling the effects later on that night. Frank had called Verity, despite Fliss’ protests that she was fine, who had dropped round to Frank’s with some painkillers that were slightly stronger than your average ones. Fliss had taken two before dinner and as a result had started feeling a little bit woozy and light headed, commenting to Frank that it felt like she’d been smoking something funny. After diverting Mary’s questions on what that meant, they’d watched a bit of TV until Fliss announced she was thirsty.

 “I’ll get it.” Frank made to move but she stopped him.

 “I’m fine.” she sat up with a grimace, grabbing at her notoriously bad shoulder.

 “Baby, just-“ “Frank, stop it!” she said a little sternly. “I’ve fallen off more horses than you’ve had women.” “Wow.” he looked at her, and she snorted.

“I just mean it ain’t the first time and it sure as hell won’t be the last, kinda comes with the territory. I’m just gonna a bit bruised.”

 “Fine” he relented, and she pushed herself up off the sofa and walked slowly into the kitchen.

 A moment later he heard her groan “Fraaaaaaank.” “What?”

 “The soda’s on the top shelf. I can’t stretch my arm.” “What’s that? You do need my help?” “Stop being a dick.” she shot back, and with a wink at Mary who was laughing, he stood up and headed into the kitchen.

Not long after that they all ended up heading to bed. Frank knew that tomorrow was going to be a long day as he was getting the keys to the new apartment in the morning and they were starting the work straight away, Bill already scheduled to come and help. He’d booked as much time as he dared off work over the next week, given that he hadn’t been working there all that long but thankfully his Team Leader had been very understanding and Bill had said he’d take over on the days Frank had to be in.

Fliss stretched out, hissing at the bite of pain that coursed through her side and shoulder, the noise she made caused Thor to immediately spring up on the bed, nuzzling his face into Fliss' causing her to wince a little as he basically led over her like a huge teddy bear.

"Careful, buddy." Frank gently chastised the dog, reaching over to scratch his ears. He knew the animal was incredibly tuned into Fliss’ feelings, as were Cap and Heidi, the two horses she owned. It was something that genuinely amazed him and, if he was honest, made him smile a lot.

"Stupid soft git." Fliss muttered fondly, as Thor lay his head on her chest, teetering on the edge of the mattress, precariously, until a few seconds later he rolled and toppled off causing them both to giggle. The German shepherd shook himself off, shot them a scathing look, before he headed to his bed and flopped down with a loud huff.

"He didn't like it when you were on the floor before." Frank said softly, as she moved tenderly to lay her head on his chest. His hand reached round to card through her hair and down the side of her neck.

"No he never has." Fliss said gently "Ever since I got him he's been like that. He would always be the one that would lay by me, lick my face after...." she trailed off, the sentence didn’t need completing.  "He would growl something rotten at John when he started, but it was Loki that went for him in the end. That's why John killed him"

Frank stiffened, his hand stilling on the crown of her head, not quite sure he had heard right. "He killed your dog?" he repeated, questioningly.

"Yeah." Fliss swallowed. “He said he had bought him as a guard dog for the property not for me." She sniffed a little. "He poisoned him"

 "Oh, Lissy, I..." Frank sighed and she gently tangled her hand in the hair on his chest.

"I know."

 They lay still for a moment, her hand tracing shapes on his skin before she suddenly blurted out.

 "How do you do it? How do you make being with you so fucking easy?"

 "What?" Frank frowned.

 "This...I mean...you're kind, gentle, smart, funny, considerate. You know I’d half convinced myself you were gonna be crap in the sack to compensate it all but..." she shook her head. "I don’t get it."

"You don't get it because you spent almost four years living with a cunt who treat you like shit"  Frank said simply, anger flooding his system. “Lissy, I’m not perfect, far from it. I’m stubborn, opinionated, shit with words, I’m really untidy as you’ve noticed and, well, up until meeting you my longest relationship in the last ten years lasted for six months.” He shook his head. “All I do is treat you how you should be treated, with love and respect. Don’t put me on a fucking pedestal for being normal.”

She tilted her head and looked at him for a second, as Frank took a breath. That outburst had been a little uncalled for and harsher in tone than he’d meant, but he wanted her to understand that their relationship was normal. The way he treat her was normal. He was uncomfortable with this idea that she thought he was something special because he didn’t abuse her or hit her.

“I’m sorry I just…” he felt her stiffen besides him and he let out a soft sigh.

“No, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to sound so abrupt.” He gently pulled her closer and nuzzled his face into her hair, kissing her head “You’re worthy of everything I said as a bare minimum. It’s not me being some kind of saint.”

“Can I put you on a pedestal for being gorgeous?” she asked after a moment’s pause and Frank snorted, shaking his head. “Well you are.” She protested at his response. There was another pause, until she broke the silence once more. “I do get it you know. Maybe I do appreciate you more because you’re not like him but, is that so wrong?”

“I’m not saying that, we’re together, we should appreciate each other.” he pressed. “I’m just telling you I’m not flawless.” “I know that.” she shrugged “Neither of us are. But isn’t that what makes this so perfect? It is because it isn’t. Better a diamond with a flaw than a pebble without”

“Confucius.” Frank raised an eyebrow at her, a small smile on his face as she looked up at him once more. Her eyes flashed and she grinned at him “How very philosophical.”

 She laughed “We’ll you’d know all about that, Professor.”

“Okay, here’s another one of his.” Frank grinned back. “Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall…”

“See, I told you I was right to get back on Bronson.” she quipped and at that Frank laughed.

******

Fliss woke the next morning to Frank gently kissing her cheek, softly running his hand over her hair.

“Morning Sweetheart.” he placed a mug of coffee on the side as she blinked and looked at him “How you feeling?” “Fucking sore.” she groaned. “What time is it?” “Half eight. I just packed Mary off on the bus.” “Half eight?” she sat up suddenly, immediately regretting it and winced once more. “Fuck, my alarm”

“Yeah I turned it off. Think the last batch of painkillers you took at three am wiped you out.” he sat on the edge of the bed as she shuffled up. She made to reach for her drink and let out a little huff of pain so Frank stopped her and handed it to her.

“Thanks.” She smiled. “I’ll ease off when I start to move about.”

“Well, don’t rush about.” He instructed as she took a drink of her coffee, before he saw her face fall.

“Oh, shit. I have a lesson to give at ten in St Pete’s…” she frowned, and Frank could she she was starting to worry so he gently reached out, tucking her wild auburn locks behind her ear.

“Just chill.” He shushed her. “Joanne called before.” He nodded to her phone “I answered and told her I didn’t know if you were gonna be in but she said she’d open up and reschedule your morning appointments. Then you can see how you feel this afternoon.”

For a moment he thought she was going to flip out at him effectively making a decision like that for her but after a second or two pause she gave a grateful smile and sat back against the pillows.

“Thank you.”

“Take your time, your mom and dad will be here in a bit. Then we’re gonna get the keys and start on the apartment.” Fliss grinned as she took another drink of coffee.“You excited?” “Yeah, yeah I am.” He said, honestly. “Just wanna get it all started and then we can move in.” She smiled and he stood up. “Your mom’s bringing breakfast, said something about her boys not being able to work on an empty stomach.” He arched a brow. “Her boys?” Fliss smirked over her mug. “You really have got her wrapped around your finger.” He chuckled “Well what can I say, I’m a likeable guy…” “Hmmm you’re something I’ll give you that.” she quipped, and he laughed, placing a kiss on her cheek before heading back out of the room.

It wasn’t long before Fliss’ parents arrived and they ate breakfast, Verity fussing over Fliss who kept assuring her and her dad that they were fine. Once they’d eaten, Bill and Frank headed over to meet his new landlord and after he handed over the keys, they got to work. For their first task they shut the utilities off and ripped out the bathroom, which wasn’t too big a job seeing as half of the damned suite was smashed up anyway. Once that was done they moved into the living room and tossed out the tatty old furniture that had been left before doing their first run to the local dump. Then they moved onto ripping up the carpet in the living room.

“Shit!” Bill spluttered as a cloud of dust rose up from where they had wrenched the offending item free from the tacks. Frank blinked, backing up slightly, before he stood up, arm across his mouth. “Didn’t think it would be that bad.”

Bill rose to his feet and they both moved away, Frank picking up a bottle of water that was on the side and rinsing his face with it. He tossed it to Bill who did the same, the pair of them looking at one another before snorting a laugh each, and shaking their heads.

“And I thought this would be the easy bit.” Bill wiped his face. “Was less hassle ripping out the bathroom.”

 It took them an hour or so to cut the carpet into easily manageable pieces, rip it up, and toss it into the back of their trucks. By now it was scorching outside, and also inside as the air con wasn’t on seeing as they had no power. This meant both men were dripping with sweat and Frank couldn’t remember ever feeling so damned warm or grubby in his entire life.

 By lunch time they’d pretty much cleared the lot. Carpets, broken light fittings, broken kitchen doors and also the old washing machine. Grabbing another bottle of water, Frank stood outside the apartment, hand on his hips and smiled at Bill who gave him a pat on the shoulder.

“Good job, son.” he nodded. “It’s a blank canvas now. Dave will be here soon with the new bathroom, shouldn’t take us too long to plumb it all in, connections are already there. We can start the tiling tomorrow.”

Frank smiled and grabbed his T-shirt at the bottom, lifting it up to wipe at his face and as he did so he heard a sharp wolf whistle. When he emerged from his shirt he grinned and looked at Fliss who was slowly walking towards them with Verity, Thor following behind, both women carried familiar paper bags.

Frank made his way over and she stopped, where as Verity carried on, quite tactfully towards Bill and Fliss grinned.

“Hey.” she greeted him as he leaned down to give her a kiss and she wrinkled her face. “Gross, you’re all filthy and sweaty and…” She trailed off, her eyes glinting as her voice dropped slightly and she ran a hand up his arm to his shoulder “Actually…” “Behave.” he raised his eyebrow at her.

“Don’t wanna.” she pouted.

 He shook his head and nodded to the bag. “You bring me lunch, Honey?”

 “You need to keep your strength up.” She winked. “Mom drove us to Subway.” “I love you Verity!” Frank called as he fished out his Turkey sub and she grinned at him.

The four of them settled down where they could, Fliss sitting on the steps, Frank by her feet on the lawn and Bill and Verity perched on the tail of Bill’s truck. They ate together, Fliss telling Frank she’d postponed her teaching now until Monday to allow herself time to heal a little, which he was secretly pleased about. It wasn’t long after they had finished lunch that the new bathroom turned up the women left them to it.

Frank and Bill worked well together and between the two of them they had it fit in little under two hours and Bill connected the water back up to test it. When it worked properly Frank gave a nod of satisfaction and smiled. The suite was an off white colour, nice and with a modern large bath. It might have been second hand but you couldn’t tell, and Frank liked it.

“Not bad for a day’s work.” Bill smiled. “The tiling shouldn’t take too long tomorrow and then, well, it’s just a case of decorating and a new carpet.” At that point the two men heard footsteps and looked up to see Mary bounding in, followed by Fliss and Verity.

“Hey Stack.” Frank greeted her as she looked around. “Whaddya think so far?” Mary nodded appreciatively. “Least it has a toilet.” The adults laughed and Frank nodded “Yeah, I mean we can move in now.” “What?” she frowned “There’s no carpet in the living room!”

 “I was being sarcastic.” Frank replied and she narrowed her eyes at him.

 “Roberta says sarcasm is the lowest form of wit.”

“Well, she’d know.” he shrugged.

 “Am I staying there tonight?” She questioned Frank.

“It’s up to you.” he replied “We’re not going out are we, Honey?”

Fliss shook her head “No way, I ache too much, but I was thinking we could BBQ maybe? All of us?” “Ooooh, yeah!” Mary nodded, agreeably “Then Roberta can come too.” Frank shrugged “Yeah, I’m ok with that.” “Mum, Dad?” Fliss asked.

 Verity and Bill exchanged looks and Bill nodded. “I need to nip home and shower first but…” “No need.” Fliss shook her head. “We swung by and picked you a spare change up. You can shower at Frank’s.” “Oh can I?” Bill looked at her. She grinned back in response as Bill turned to Frank “That okay? You know, seeing as it’s your place, not hers.” Fliss stuck her tongue out at her father whilst Frank simply shrugged.

“She acts like she owns the damned place when she’s there anyway so it might as well be.” he teased and she glared at him, digging him in the ribs.

 “Shut up”

*****

The next ten days consisted much in the same vein. Frank had to work on the Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday but Bill took over the painting for him, and then on the Friday, a week after they had started, they fit the new carpets. The Saturday they spent fixing on the new kitchen doors and plumbing in the washing machine and on Sunday morning Frank fit the final touches, screwing in the new light fittings and then it was done.

That afternoon, Frank and Fliss stood in the middle of the living room admiring the finished article. It smelt of new carpet and wet paint, a smell Frank had grown immune to having been breathing it in for god knows how long.

 “It looks great.” Fliss smiled, taking the fresh, light grey walls, darker grey carpet which was complemented by the brushed steel modern light fittings.

 “Yeah, not a bad job.” Frank grinned. “We can start moving the stuff over tomorrow.” At that point Mary barrelled in from the hallway and beamed “My room looks awesome, Fliss, come see!” She gushed. Fliss allowed Mary to pull her out of the living room and followed her down the hall to the room on the right. It was a good sized bedroom, and it was freshly painted in light blue, a colour Mary had chosen herself.

 “Frank says I’m getting a new cabin bed soon with a desk underneath and I’m gonna put it against that wall.” She rambled on. “And on that wall I’m gonna stick my shells and there I’m gonna have my shelves for my books and a TV…” Frank leaned in the doorway watching as Mary pointed everything out to Fliss, his face curling into a smile. He’d never thought something so simple as having her own room would make the girl so damned happy.

 “…and Fred can have his own basket, although he never sleeps in them anyway…” Mary was continuing and Fliss looked up and caught Frank’s eye. He smiled at her gently and she beamed back.  “…and I can put my photos here…”  Mary finished “What do you think?” “I think it sounds amazing, Stack.” Fliss said, smiling at her “I can’t wait to see it all finished.” “Okay.” Frank pushed himself up straight from the door frame “Let’s go grab your stuff Stack and head over to find out what V’s made for dinner.” “I hope it’s beef.” Mary said, skipping out “Her Sunday beef is the best.” “It’s chicken.” Fliss whispered as Frank laughed, dropping an arm round her shoulders as they made their way outside. He locked the door and they headed back to the apartment, Mary collecting her stuff. Once Frank had checked she had everything she needed he tossed it into the truck and turned to Fliss.

“I’ve been thinking.” he said, as Mary climbed into the seat.

“Sounds dangerous.” Frank rolled his eyes “I know we said we weren’t gonna move in together yet, but, well, how about you bring some stuff over once I’ve got all the bedroom furniture and then that way you don’t need to pack a bag when you come stay.” Fliss smiled at him. “A sensible suggestion.” she agreed, her arms sliding around his neck.

“It has been known.” He grinned, his hands dropping to her hips as he leaned down to kiss her. They both jumped as the horn on the truck sounded and Mary leaned across the seats.

“Come on, stop kissing, I’m hungry.” “How about we ditch her on the side of the road?” Frank spoke loudly to Fliss and Mary scoffed.

“Stop making empty threats, Frank.” she sing songed.

Frank looked at Fliss who burst out laughing “You have no idea how damned similar the pair of you are.” She smiled with a shake of her head. *******

 It was almost a fortnight later when Mary casually told Frank she had reached her decision about Evelyn. It was a Friday and she had been at University for two classes that morning, and was heading to normal school for the rest of the afternoon. Part of the reason that Frank worked late on a Tuesday was so that he could be flexible when it came to things like this and could pop out for an hour or so to go and pick her up when he needed to.

He greeted her in the hallway as always and she slipped her little hand into his as they walked back outside and over to his truck. She glanced in the paper bag which contained her lunch he had bought her from the deli near the boat store, a treat he liked to get her every Friday now he could happily afford it without worrying and she grinned.

 “Save it for when you get to School. Otherwise everyone else will be eating and you won’t.” She folded the top of the paper bag over and grinned at him as he eased his way up the freeway.

“You drive like an old lady.” she grinned and Frank took a deep breath, a smirk on his face. That was a comment Fliss had made to him on numerous occasions, one which he normally retorted back with some reference to her driving like a maniac.

“It's Florida. I'm blending in.” He said simply to Mary, smile still playing on his lips. She side-eyed him for a moment, in a way that made her look ridiculously like Diane, even though he knew, again, that was a habit she’d picked up from Fliss. Or Roberta for that matter. Frank had a feeling that as Mary grew up she was going to be a perfect candidate for the whole nature v nurture debate…

“I talked to Fliss last night.” Mary said.

“I know, you stole the phone off me when she called and ran off to your room.”

“Yeah, why didn’t she stay with us last night?” “It’s Thursday, she never stays on a Thursday. You know this. She had paper work to do.” Mary fell silent.

“What were you going to say?” Frank gently pressed her.

“Huh?” “You said you talked to Fliss. Was that all you wanted to tell me or…” “Oh, no.” Mary replied “I asked her about whether I should see Evelyn.”

Frank took a deep breath, his face remaining passive “Right, so what did she say?” “The same as you. That it was my decision and whatever I wanted everyone would understand and be okay with it and that no one would be mad…”

“Of course no one will be mad.” Frank looked at her. “Evelyn is your grandmother, and it’s your decision if you wanna see her. Not mine, not the courts, not anybody’s but yours. And no one, not even me, is gonna be upset about what you decide, you got that?” “I know. And I’ve made up my mind.” “Yeah?” She nodded “I want to see her.” “Okay.” Frank licked his lips. Truth be told he wasn’t sure how he felt about this but he meant what he said. It was up to Mary and at least now he would have some control over the access. “If you’re sure then I’ll call her on Monday and we’ll make some arrangements.” “Maybe she can come here, see our new place.” “Maybe.” Frank nodded, although he had a feeling that hell freezing over would be more likely.

There was a moment’s silence as both of them were lost in their own thoughts. Frank stole a glance at his niece as she sat looking out of the window, chewing her lip and he decided to move her away from the subject as he turned off the main road.

“How was school?”

“Fun.” Mary nodded. “Not like regular school fun. But interesting.”

Fun. Regular. Two words Frank had craved for Mary all her damned life, and it made him smile to hear her so full of life, so happy, so settled.

Mary’s attention flickered from him to the seat next to her and she moved her lunch bag to look at it.

“What is this book?” she asked, picking it up and flicking it open.

“Discourse on Method.” Frank said, giving her the title of his latest read “Rene Descartes.”

“What's it about?” she pressed.

“Existence.”

“Existence?”

“Yup. I think, therefore I am” he said, a small smile on his face.

“Well, of course you are. That's obvious.” Marry rolled her eyes and Frank supressed a snort. Everything was so logical in her little brain, there was an innocence to it all that he loved.

“I think about Fred, therefore, I am Fred.” she continued.

“Cogito ergo Fred?” Frank teased looking at her.

“He's a dude and he's a guy,” Mary grinned, “and he only has one eye.”

Frank let out a chuckle as Mary tipped her head back and continued in a loud, ridiculous voice.

“Fred! Fred! Fred! Freeeeddddyyyy, Fred, Fred!”

Frank laughed began to slow down, pulling up by the school.

“All right, here we are.” He glanced over and saw Mary was fiddling with her belt and opening the door. “Hey, wait till I come to a stop…” he started to protest.

“Then come to a stop already!” Without so much as a glance back she grabbed her lunch and shot over to the playground which was brimming with other kids. He watched, a small smile playing on his face as she made her way over, dropping her lunch to the floor and throwing herself into a game. Something that he would never have believed possible back in September when she’d first started. But here she was, almost seven months later, like she’d been there all her life. His attention flicked to Bonnie as the woman shot him a friendly wave and a nod, which he returned before he set off back to work before someone called the cops on him for sitting outside a school staring at a yard full of kids.

****

As he was winding up at work for the day, Jake called him, an impromptu guys night out was being organised for that night as Jake had a ‘pass out’, his words not Frank’s. Frank hesitated for a moment, he hadn’t planned anything with Fliss as such, but it was Friday, their night…

“Oh come on!” Jake snorted as Frank rolled his eyes. “Don’t tell me Frank Adler is hesitating over a night out!”

“No, it’s not that…” Frank protested “We’ve just had a really busy fortnight and…” “Man you’re whipped. Already. What is this? Like month five and you’re already in the-”

“I’m not whipped, I just like spending time with my girl, what’s wrong with that?”

“Dude come on!”

“Okay, okay.” Frank sighed. “What time?” “Eight at Fergs, and if you don’t show I’m gonna come round your gaff and drag you out myself.”

Frank shook his head and cut the call before he dialled Fliss.

“Hey, Sailor.” She greeted. “I was just thinking about you.”

“About me or that thing I did to you on Wednesday night?” he grinned and she snorted.

“No, about you. Although now I’m thinking about that thing.”

Frank chuckled. “So what were you thinking about?”

“Oh, erm, tonight. Thought we could grab a pizza and head up to the marina for a walk, maybe grab a beer.”

“Erm, yeah.” He sighed. Shit.

“We don’t have to.” She responded, clearly reading his voice tone. “It was just an idea.”

“No, I do, I just….” He took a deep breath. “Well, Jake called, said the guys are going for beers and it’s been a while since we all got together so I was…” “Frank…” Fliss laughed softly “You don’t need to justify yourself. If you wanna go out, go out.” “You don’t mind?”

“Why would I mind?”

“Well, Fridays are kinda our night.”

“I know but, well it’s not as much of a big thing now Mary has her own room, we kinda get our own nights a bit more often.” “Ok, fair point.” he smiled and she laughed.

“Maybe I can wait for you at yours? I can go to Roberta’s for a little while with Mary.” “You don’t have to ask.” Frank smiled softly “You can stay whenever you want, you know that.”

“Well, that’s settled then.” she replied, before someone shouted to her and she retorted before coming back to Frank “Sorry baby, I gotta go but I’ll see you later.” “Ok, love you.” “You too…”

***** After Frank headed out, Fliss wandered down to Roberta’s with a bottle of wine and after more loud hairbrush-karaoke, Roberta had cracked open the Bourbon and the two women had sat on the stoop until just gone eleven when Fliss had headed back. Throwing on one of Frank’s T-shirts she crawled into the king sized bed (an excellent purchase decision that she had talked him into) and snuggled down into the new blankets (another excellent purchase decision), Thor jumping up and taking his position by her feet.

She can’t have been asleep long when she woke as Thor gave a low whine and jumped off the bed, nudging the door open and heading out into the hallway.

Then she heard a thud, followed by cursing.

“Shit. Who put that there?” She heard Frank groan, then he started laughing “Thor! Get down!”

There was more laughing, and protests which Fliss listened to for a moment, before she swung her legs out of bed and headed down the short hallway. She quickly checked the front door as she walked past to make sure he’d locked it behind him, and then headed into the living room to find Frank led on the floor as Thor basically jumped all over him, licking his face and wagging his tail.

“Some guard dog you are.” Frank laughed again as he attempted to push the dog off him.

“Good job you’re not a burglar then.” Fliss spoke, causing Frank to look up, grinning stupidly at her “Mind you, the amount of noise you’re making you’d be a pretty shit one…”

“Heeey…” he grinned, as Thor finally moved off him and he pushed himself to his feet. “There you are!”

“Here I am.” Fliss nodded, and she couldn’t help but smile at the look on his face. He was beaming at her, a stark contrast to how John was when he used to come home drunk, but then that was Frank all over, a completely different person, and she knew that.

“There you are, my girl.” He stopped in front of her, his hands falling to her hips. “C’mere…”

“Ok, someone had a good night.” She grinned as he placed a sloppy kiss on her lips.

“Yeah, it was.” He nodded and then he suddenly looked around “So the bedroom moved.” he turned back to her and whispered conspiratorially. “It’s not where it usually is...”

“No, you moved.” She laughed. “You moved apartments, remember?”

“Oh yeah.” He nodded, before he looked down at her, taking in her bare legs “Is that my T-shirt?”

“Yes.” “Take it off, thief.” “Okay, let’s get you to bed.” Fliss patted his chest.

“Yeah?” He arched his eyebrow grinning.

“To sleep.”

“No sleep.” He pouted, dropping his head to gently nuzzle at her neck. “Wanna give you some lovin’...”

“Yeah and how are you gonna do that when you’re too drunk to take your pants off?” Fliss laughed as she led him down the hallway.

“You can take em off…” He said as he stopped in the bedroom, looking round.

“Oh I can, can I?” She asked as he kicked off his sneakers.

“Yes…” he nodded as he sat on the bed. “I’ll allow it.”

“You'll allow it?” Fliss deadpanned as he started to undo the buttons on his shirt. Eventually he gave up and reached back, grabbing it behind his neck and with a tug pulled it over his head, tossing it to the side. He reached out to Fliss, pulling her close to him, his arms wrapping around her back as he looked up at her.

“I will allow it, but only because I love you.”

“Ok so let me get this straight.” Fliss chuckled as she ran her hand through his hair. “You're gonna let me take your pants off because you love me?”

 “Yeah.” He nodded.

 “I'm so lucky…” She snorted

 “Hey, I’m a catch…” Frank let go of her and flopped back on the bed.

 “I never said otherwise.” she grinned, moving to take his belt off.

“Ah ha ha see, you do wanna get in my pants.” “I want to get you in bed, so help me out here hot-shot.” With a grin Frank raised his hips and she tugged down his jeans, dropping them by the side of the bed.

“Come on…” she patted the pillows and Frank shifted, moving the right way onto the bed and after a bit of a battle with the covers he’d settled himself down, one arm thrown over his head as he watched Fliss who gently turned off the lamp and settled down next to him. Shifting onto his side, his hand gently ran up her thigh, resting on her hip underneath his T-shirt.

 “I love you.” He said softly, and she smiled and kissed the tip of his nose.

“I love you too.” she smiled “Even when you’re being a drunken idiot.” “I’m not drunk.” “Course not.” “Okay, maybe just a little bit.” he conceded after a moment. “But I do love you.” “I believe you.”

“So much, you know what? One day, I’m gonna marry you.”

 “Oh, are you?” Fliss asked, running her hand through his hair.

 “Yup, and then we’re gonna make little Franks and Flisses and…” he stopped as Fliss’ laughter filled the room. “Why are you laughing?” he asked her, his tone indignant “You don’t wanna marry me and make babies?”

 “Not after us being together for like less than 6 months.” she laughed.

 “Well that’s just rude…” he mumbled, dropping his head forward so it fell to her chest.

He stayed still for a moment, mumbling something else as Fliss continued to run her hands through her hair, and it wasn’t long before his soft snores told her he was asleep. With a fond smile she dropped a kiss to his head and closed her eyes.

*****

Fliss took great delight the next morning in telling Frank exactly how much shit he’d been talking when he came home, including telling her that he wanted to marry her and make babies. He’d groaned and banged his head on the table as he sat nursing a coffee, instantly regretting that as his head was pounding as it was. Thankfully, Mary had gone with Fliss to the yard and spent most of the day there leaving him to suffer in peace, firing abuse to the Circle Of Trust What’s-app group, his only slight consolation being they all seemed to be suffering just as much as he was.

He collapsed into bed on the Saturday at just gone ten pm and slept straight through to eight the next morning when he was woken by Fliss softly kissing him awake. He knew what she wanted, and happily obliged and once they were both spent and slightly sweaty from a particularly energetic sex session, they both showered and after a breakfast of Waffles and fruit, spent the rest of the morning browsing the IKEA website for a bed for Mary. They then headed over to Bill and Verity’s for the usual dinner before they’d all collapsed in bed at Fliss’ after watching a film together.

 Monday morning brought the usual routine, shower, breakfast, kiss Fliss goodbye, drop Mary at school, head to work, check the list of active jobs for the week, start one of said active jobs, pause for a mid-morning snack from the coffee shop, resume work. All standard stuff, so it was a little surprising when the routine of the day was broken.

“Frank?”

Frank popped his head up from the deck of the boat where he’d been working on the steering column and looked at Fliss who was stood in the open entrance to the workshop.

“Hey…” he smiled, “What are you doing here? Not that I’m not happy to see you but…”

Because he was, he was always happy to see her, he was simply surprised as they hadn’t arranged to meet for lunch like they sometimes did if she was teaching over this way. He stood up and reached for a cloth to wipe his hands on before he climbed down from the boat and as he noticed the look on her face he frowned.

“Baby, what’s the matter?”

 “I err…I got a call and I’m sorry, I didn’t know what to do and I just needed to see you and…”

 “Hey, hey.” he soothed, his hands on her arms “Calm down.”

She took a deep breath as Frank glanced over to Paul, his co-worker and nodded his head to signal he was heading outside. Paul waved him away and Frank dropped an arm round Fliss’ shoulder and steered her outside into the sun and out of the view of everyone.

 “What’s wrong?” he asked her and she nodded, taking a deep breath. He could see she’d been crying and he searched her eyes with his own as she looked at him.

 “I got a phone call…from the Victim Assistance Services.” Her eyes were wide “John’s been granted the right to a Parole hearing. They’ve set the date for 23rd May, six weeks.” Frank took a deep breath, concentrating on keeping calm despite the fact he could quite happily have kicked something there and then.

 “I don’t know why I’m so shocked.” Fliss continued “I mean I always knew this would happen, but hearing that he’s finally got a date...” she looked at Frank “If he’s successful, then he could be out by the end of June and…”

“Honey, just because he’s been given the right to a hearing, doesn’t necessarily mean he’s going to get out.” “The woman on the phone said that there’s a better chance that it will be refused if I appeal. But if I want to do that then I’ll have to either go in person or do a written or recorded statement and I don’t know if I can…” A tear fell from her eye and Frank gently wrapped her arms around her, pulling her to him. “I stood in a courtroom last time, telling them exactly what he did to me, about how he beat me and degraded me, only to be told I that I was a liar, and that I liked it rough, that I egged him on and… I can’t….I can’t do that again Frank…”

 She was rambling into his chest and he could do nothing but pull her close and drop a kiss to her head.

“No one’s gonna make you do anything you don’t wanna.” he pulled away slightly, cupping her face in her hands.

“They’re sending me a letter.” she said “Explaining my rights and stuff in more detail.” “Want me to call Greg?” He asked, a sudden inspiration coming to him. “I know he’s a Family lawyer now but he did do some time with this type of thing a while back, if you’re happy to speak to him I’m sure he’ll be more than willing to help…”

 “I don’t know if I can.” she sniffed. “I don’t know if want him knowing every detail, I mean even you don’t know it all…” “I know.” he agreed. “And you don’t have to tell him anything to start off with, just ask his advice.” 

She sniffed gently, and looked at him. “I have to tell you don’t I?” She said softly, “All of it?”

Frank hesitated. He wasn’t sure he wanted to know, but if this was going the way it looked like it was going to go, he would find out sooner or later, and, as he looked at Fliss, he knew that no matter how hard it was, how shitty it was going to be to open up fully, she would need to do that herself to keep some control over the situation.

“You don’t have to do anything. But if you decide you want to, then I’ll listen.” 

He dropped a kiss to her head and pulled her back to him, gently rocking her to-and-fro as he squinted out over the harbour. 

**** Chapter 15

[phoenixthemenace]

Here's a bit of fluffy whump for your Saturday. This is for Day 16 prompt Does That Hurt?

J & R Forever

Roy gingerly pulled his shirt off as he was changing into his uniform. He heard a snort and stifled giggle coming from this partner's locker. Chet, however, wasn't so considerate. "I don't believe my eyes! Roy DeSoto with a tattoo!" Johnny caught Roy's eye, his own wicked ones dancing with mirth. "Yeah. Chet. What about it?" Roy challenged, swallowing back the simultaneous sour stomach and spine tingling exhilaration that his partner always caused. "You just don't seem the type is all." Chet said all wide eyed innocence. "Oh, and you are?" Roy grumbled, moving to pull on his undershirt. "Now wait Roy, let us admire the artwork. Is that a J and R forever I see?" Seeing that Roy was about to lose his temper, Johnny jumped in. "Chet, don't you think you better get ready before you're late for roll call? Or are you going for a station record?" "Geez Gage. I didn't know you cared." "I don’t." Johnny said as he shut his locker with a snap and followed Roy from the room. Later on their supply run to Rampart, Roy noticed out of the corner of his eye Johnny sneaking gleeful glances in his direction. "Okay Junior." Roy sighed. "Let's have it." Johnny burst out laughing. Which inevitably made Roy smile. "Roy, your face when Chet walked in! Yeah- that's the one!" Roy gave Johnny a long suffering look. "Does that hurt?" "Not really. It kind of feels like a bad sunburn." "Why?" "Well, when you were doing overtime at 10's, I met up with a few of the guys I knew from the army. We ah… had a few too many I suppose. The next thing I know we're piled into a tattoo shop. We all got one." "What was that anyway?" "Our unit crest." "Your unit crest has J and R forever on it?" Johnny asked, a glimmer in his eye. Roy blushed scarlet. He'd taken no end of grief for that little addendum. Johnny burst into laughter again. Roy couldn't see the humor. Because the thing is, for the life of him, he couldn't remember exactly who had been on his mind when he'd asked for the embellishment. The more he thought about it and his inebriated state, the more he was certain it was for Johnny, not Joanne. (Who was, incidentally, madder than hell about the tattoo.) The other thing is, Roy isn't entirely certain that the fact of the J being for Johnny really bothered him. And that bothered him. Because if Johnny didn't stop looking at him with that mixture of humor and wistfulness he was going to pull the squad over and explain it to Johnny. In tongues. Thank heavens the driveway to the station was a few hundred feet ahead.

[docheros]

Egoshipmas day 18: family

Pairing: Jackie/Henrik (dochero)

"This was one of the best, if not the best, vacations of his life; [...] The only person left to make everything perfect was his boyfriend."

Word counting: 839

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— Henrik — Aunt Karina walked behind him, handing Helena a cup of hot chocolate — you urgently need to introduce us to the Hottie.

— Auntie, do you need to call Jackie that? — he laughed.

— Until I see him in person and convince myself he's not a paid actor, he'll be called Hottie!

— Exactly — Joanne, his aunt's 2nd wife, put down her newspaper — you know very well the story of your cousin Carla!

 — You speak as if you were there...

— Henrik — his aunt tugged at his ear, making him laugh louder — more respect for your aunt.

 — Just this way to make dad relax… — Helena elbowed her brother, who covered his mouth full of cookies to laugh.

— I can hear you — their father said without taking his eyes off the ceiling — you better know that I'm the most relaxed man in Germany!…

This was one of the best, if not the best, vacations of his life; the rest of his extended family could go to hell, his father had welcomed him with open arms and his aunts offered him a guest room for him and the children, his siblings? The worst of them wouldn't be for Christmas and the rest was just sme talk! The only person left to make everything perfect was his boyfriend.

Which, incidentally, his aunts kept asking about. Even though Henrik explained everything and the kids agreed, they still have their doubts, "You can't explain things, Henrik"? How? Absurd!

— Tell me, is he at least handsome? — Aunt Karina asked again.

— Yes — he smiled.

— And does he treat you well?

— A lot, sometimes I think he thinks I'm made of glass!

— And… — Before Joanne could ask her question, the doorbell rang — Henrik, be a sweet and go open the door, go. It must be my crochet friend...

— Ook.

Schneep got up from his comfortable armchair, headed for the door and unlocked it; he would usually ask who it was first, but his hometown was small enough for him to know everyone, possibly even Joanne's crochet friends. But, when he opened it, he expected anyone, even Angela Merkel, except Jackie.

In Germany.

With a bouquet.

— …what?

— Hi Henny! — he waved his free hand — did you miss me? I missed you! And the kids! Ah! Take it, take it — he handed him the bouquet of red roses — I bought it at the last minute, I don't know much about flowers, but I think these are good! So, where are your aunts?

— Wait, wait, rewind the tape — he held up his palm for Jackie to stop — are you speaking German? — he nodded — fluently? — he nodded again — and you're in Germany, in my hometown? How did you end up here?

— Surprise! — He smiled broadly — May I come in?

— Henrik — Karina spoke up, her glasses on the tip of her nose — who's the boy?

—Uh… — he closed the door — aunt, Joanne, this is Jackie, my boyfriend.

 — THE HOTTIE?

— …yeah, the hottie… — he replied embarrassed, hearing a weak laugh from his boyfriend.

— Ma'ams — he shook hands with both of them — It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Henrik talks a lot about you!

— Not to be annoying, but weren't you bad at German? —  Joanne asked.

— Apparently I'm not.

— Wait, wait a minute — the doctor left the bouquet on the entrance table, putting his hands on his hips — that's very poorly explained AND there's your finger — he pointed at his children — in the middle, you're too quiet.

They looked at him, blinking twice. They kept eye contact while eating their chocolate cookies, until a small grin appeared on both of their faces.

— Liked the surprise? — Helena giggled— I gave him the coordinates for getting here!

— And I came up with the idea! — Luis raised his arm.

— And I'm the one who went back to training German — Jackie hugged him from behind — which I happened to quit when I was twenty. Heh, sorry to hide this liiittle detail from my life.

— You know I'm not very fond of surprises — Henrik smiled, crossing his arms — so may I know the reason for this one?

— I just wanted to make you happy — the hero shrugged, kissing his ear — you always wanted to introduce me to your family but you never had the opportunity, so this trip was the perfect time! You and the kids traveling first was part of the plan…

— You guys are terrible — he stood on tiptoe, holding his boyfriend's face and kissing his cheek — I love you all.

— ...do you understand what they're talking? — Aunt Karina whispered to her wife.

— No idea.

— Oh. We switched to english.

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hdhsghag i love them

tagging: @the-pastel-kitsune @unpredictably-ghostly @glass-trash-bab @dapperstein @theprinceofflies

[bteezxyewriter12]

My Immortal/ 10

Pairing- Seonghwa x Named Reader

Word count- 3k

Includes- protective Hwa, violence, sex, missionary, riding, love making

This is the last chapter of this Seonghwa fanfic. Hongjoong's is the next fic in this series and it should be released in September - October 2022.

Series Masterlist

Seonghwa POV

I don't know what the hell is going on or what I walked into

I was on stage, Hongjoong talking to ATINYS when I heard her yelling and a crash

It wasn't loud for human ears but all of us heard it

I slowly backed away from the stage and once I was out of sight, I ran to her immediately

Nothing could prepare me for seeing her holding the slayer against the wall by the neck, two other people sitting on the couch and one unconscious man on the floor

But I could tell, from her body language she was about to kill the slayer

She hasn't killed anyone ever and I won't let her start now

I got her to let go of the slayer's neck and she backs away

Ok good

I turn to the slayer, grab her neck and slam her against the wall

"I won't let her kill you but I have no problem killing you", I growl, "Jagi what's going on?"

"She came with her little band of friends to come kill you and me"

I narrow my eyes at the slayer and ask, "Why?"

"Because she's pissed off that I was a slayer and chose to be a vampire to be with you"

I raise my eyebrow

How is that any of her business?

"We had a whole chat about it with her throwing accusations around and not getting anything I was saying. Then she got mad, tried to hit me and well I hit her, she went flying into the table and I choked her. Then you came"

I nod, so angry

And honestly terrified that this girl came to hurt my baby

The slayer tries to hit me but I catch her hand, shoving it down

"You want another broken arm?", I snarl

She narrows her eyes but shakes her head

"Then stop moving or I will snap your neck"

She glares at me but she does stop moving

Good, she should listen and maybe I'll let her live

"What the fuck is happening?", Hongjoong yells, coming in with the guys and the girls

"Slayer tried to kill Joanne and wants to kill me", I answer, "And probably all of you too"

"Another slayer?", Hongjoong whines, "We had enough with Jo all those years ago"

"Hey!", she barks, "I never hurt any of you!"

"Anyway didn't you tell her to stay away from you like last week?", Yeosang asks

"Yeah but she didn't listen. Obviously", Joanne answers

"So what should we do?", Yunho asks

I think for a few seconds

I don't really want a body on our hands right now even though I'm enraged this girl tried to hurt my jagi

"Oohhh", I hear a moan behind me

"Giles!", a girl's voice calls

"Who is Giles?", Jongho asks

"The guy on the floor", Joanne answers, "Her watcher"

I stiffen and rage flies into me hearing the word watcher

It just reminds me of Joseph and the image of the stake in her chest flies into my head

I push the images away, focusing on the present

"Is he awake?", Joanne asks

"Uh yeah", Mingi answers

"Oh ok. I have to compel him. Don't let him kill himself"

Ok she's going to have to explain that later

"Hwa just let her go", Hongjoong says

"She tried to kill my wife. Again"

"Please! She was never even close!", Joanne calls

Still

She came here with the intention to kill my jagi

"Look, let her and them go this time. If she comes back then you can kill them all", Yunho suggests

Joanne comes back to my side , "I compelled the three of her friends to kill themselves if she tries to find any of us again"

I nod

Alright

I want to kill her and if we weren't in the middle of a concert I would

It's her lucky day

Looking at the slayer, I tell her, "If you ever come back, if you ever hurt her, I will kill every one you love and make you watch"

Her eyes widen, fear in them

Good

She should be afraid

I have no problem wiping anyone off the face of this earth for my jagi

"I will kill these three here, their whole families, your whole family, anyone you ever spoken to, looked at, I will kill them and then I will slowly kill you. Do you understand?"

She nods

"Nothing will stop me. If I don't have her, I have nothing to lose. You will die, everyone you know will die. That's not a question. So for the last time, do not ever come back. Do not try to find us. Stay away. Understand?"

I loosen my hand around he throat so she can answer

"Yes", she chokes out

"Good"

I pull my arm back, punching her in the face hard, knocking her out

"Buffy!", the older man calls

Buffy?

That's her name?

What kind of name is that?

I let go of her and she drops to the floor

"No fair Hwa! You get to hit her but I can't?", Joanne whines

I turn to her, pulling her into my arms, hugging her tightly, kissing her forehead

"I'm sorry jagi. If she comes back you can hit her", I promise

"Ok", she answers

"Let me get to her!", I hear the man yelling

I face the watcher, walking to him, San and Wooyoung blocking him from moving

They stand aside for me

"You're her watcher?", I ask, pissed off

He nods, scared

"You heard what I told her?"

"About you killing everyone she's ever known? Yes I heard that"

I narrow my eyes

This is no time for him to try to be funny

"I hate watchers", I snap, "A fucking watcher killed my wife. Tried to convince her I could compel her to love me. Tried to tell her I didn't love her when that is the complete opposite of how I felt then and now."

He stares at me, not moving and not saying any stupid quips

Good

"I'm not killing you right now so you can keep your slayer in check. You take her and keep her away from us. I can't compel her to leave us alone so you're going to have to keep tabs on her"

"You can't compel her?", he asks

Oh god this again

"What is it with you watchers and not telling your slayers they can't be compelled?", I snap

"What are you talking about?"

He really doesn't know?

"What kind of watcher are you? Slayers cannot be compelled. It's one of their abilities. That is why it's your job to keep her away from us"

"I did not....I was not told of that. Many of the vampires she fights are new world and do not have the compulsion power."

Guess the watchers council is still the shit show it was hundreds of years ago

"Well now you know. Take her and get the fuck out"

He nods, running past me to the slayer

Joanne walks over to the two on the couch and tells them they can get up and leave

They run to the watcher and slayer, helping him lift the slayer, then rush out of the room

I listen to their footsteps until I can't hear them anymore

Then I immediately go back to her

"Jagi-", I call, taking her hand, the panic still running through me

"Baby I'm ok", she says

"Are you sure? She didn't hurt you?"

She giggles, "No Hwa. I heard her and her friends from a mile away. I disarmed and compelled them in under a minute. They were never going to hurt me or you"

I nod, but inside I'm still scared

And worried

They came all the way here from Sunnydale just to kill her and me

This watcher could find a way around the compulsion and the slayer could come back

She seems to hate Joanne and me, most likely because Joanne was a slayer and I'm the vampire who turned her

"Hwa", she says softly, touching my face

I move my gaze to hers, in her eyes

"I am fine Hwa. Nothing happened and nothing will ok?"

Moving my hand to hers, I hold on to it

"Ok. But come with me? Stay near me?", I ask

"But you have to go on stage", she says

"Stay at the side of the stage where I can see you. Please"

She nods, "Ok Hwa. I will"

"Ok", I agree

"You have to get changed baby. Finish the concert"

I nod, taking her hand and leading her with me

She stays next to me while I change and the stylists fix my hair and makeup

Leading her to the stage, I lean down and press a kiss to her lips

"I love you", I tell her

"I love you", she says, smiling softly, "Now go be amazing"

I smile softly, "I will jagi"

I really don't want to go on stage and leave her here

I want to be wrapped up with her in the hotel room, holding her tightly

Instead I take a breath, push the panic down, let her hand go and walk on stage

----------------------------------------------------

"Hwa what's wrong?", she asks, sitting next to me on the bed

She takes my hand, her other running through my hair, worry on her face

"You're being very quiet. Are you mad? Did I do something wrong?"

"No jagi. Never"

I know I've been quiet since the concert ended, having her at my side every second

I'm just terrified something is going to happen to her

The slayer completely blindsided me

Just the thought of losing her....I can't....I don't even want to think about it

"Baby please. Talk to me"

I look at her, the tears in my eyes making her image blurry

"Don't cry Hwa", she whispers, wiping my eyes, "Tell me what's bothering you"

"I just....I'm scared"

"Of what baby?"

"Being without you", I answer, "I'm scared something is going to happen to you"

Her face softens, softly stroking my cheek, "Nothing is going to happen baby. Kinda a super vamp over here"

I know she is but still, she's not permanently immortal

None of us are

Nothing is truly immortal

"I know baby but...it's just....now I get why you were so upset when she attacked me. Why you were worried and scared. I'm scared she going to come back"

"She's not baby", she shakes her head, "I compelled her friends to kill themselves if she even mentions trying to find us"

I know but I tell her my fears anyway

"What if the watcher finds a way around the compulsion? Or tries to break it?"

"Hwa" she says softly, "You know that isn't possible. Only I can undo the compulsion. It won't stop even if I die"

I know but right now my mind is coming up with anything to worry about

Today just really scared me

No one has ever actively come after her or me

This time nothing happened but next time we might not be so lucky

And the thought of being without her for even a nanosecond....no

I can't

She hugs me tightly, rubbing my back

"Don't worry baby, nothing will happen to us. I'll always protect you and I know you'll always protect me"

"Always", I whisper wrapping my arms around her and holding her tightly

"Nothing happened today baby ok, so please don't worry. I'm here. You're here. We're ok"

I nod

She's right

We're both fine, we're both here together

This has shaken me and I need to be more alert from now on

She's my jagi and I will keep her safe

She pulls back, looking in my eyes, her hand on my cheek, "Ok baby?"

"Yeah", I answer softly

"I love you Seonghwa"

"I love you Joanne. Always"

She smiles softly, then leans forward, her lips against mine

I kiss her back hard, passionately, so grateful that she's here and I can kiss her

Her hand move into my hair, softly running through the strands and sending shivers down my spine

Her other hand moves under my shirt, touching my back

I moan at her touch, loving how her small hands feel on me

Over five hundred years together and her touch is still the best thing I've ever felt and still effects my body like nothing else

Moving my hands to her waist, I slide them up, pushing her shirt up and feeling her soft smooth skin

She pulls away so I can get her shirt and bra off, then she takes me shirt off

I grab her, turning her and laying her on the bed, hovering over her

Moving my head down, I kiss her, her arms around me, both of her hands on my back this time

She slowly moves her hands down, her fingers lighting up every nerve in my body

When she gets to my pants, she pushes them and my boxers down

I get out of them quickly then relieve her of her pants and panties

Her legs open for me, her hands on my hips, pulling me to her

Sheathing my length inside her, she stretches around me, moaning in pleasure

Wrapping my arm around her, I lift her slightly, her skin against mine

Slowly I pull back, then enter her again slowly

Keeping up the momentum, I make love to her, sliding in and out of her, feeling her clench me hard as my head brushes against her spot every stroke

"Seonghwa", she moans, her fingers gripping my back hard, "Baby, oh god, baby. Don't stop"

I'm not stopping

It feels too good, she feels amazing

Leaning down, I press my lips against her neck, her moans getting louder

I know the spots she loves the best and I keep kissing her, running my tongue on her skin, sucking on her neck as I move my hand around her breast, squeezing softly

"Seonghwa, oh god, Hwa"

Moving into her, I make sure I'm rubbing her clit at the same time, all of me just wanting to pleasure her

Her pussy spasms around me, drenching me in her wetness

She's close and I move a little faster, into her spot

Her body arches as she yells my name, her pussy, squeezing my length as she cums on me

"Seonghwa!"

I breathe hard, the pleasure from her orgasm mind blowing

Always fucking amazing

I keep moving, making her orgasm last longer

Making her feel better

"Oh Hwa", she moans, shaking under me as the last of her orgasm dissipates

Her arms hug me to her as she rolls us over

I'm still inside her as she sits up

Her body moves immediately, rocking and grinding on my dick, my head against her spot, her pussy squeezing around my length over and over

"Fuck jagi", I whisper, holding her hips hard, my eyes on her body, feeling the pleasure she's giving me

My beautiful jagi

I can stare at her for hours and not get tired

Her movements change to small bounces, up and down my cock, leaving me soaked with every move

She leans back, her hand on my leg, riding my cock perfectly

"Seonghwa", she moans, moving a little faster

"Baby fuck. You feel so good", I praise her, "My perfect baby"

I reach for her hand, taking it and lacing our fingers together

She holds on tightly, making me smile

I move my hand to her, my thumb against her clit, rubbing softly

She whimpers loudly, biting her lip and looking so fucking sexy

"Cum on me jagi. Please", I beg, wanting to feel that pleasure so much

She moves a few more times, rubbing her spot on my head

Her body trembles as she moans and I watch her cum

Her chest heaving as she calls my name, the immense pleasure her pussy is giving me is all pushing me over the edge

Ecstasy takes over my body and she keeps riding me as I cum inside her, prolonging my orgasm

"Joanne, baby girl. Fuck", I moan, gripping her hips hard, feeling her perfect pussy suck and milk my cum into her, "Don't stop baby, fuck keep going. It feels so good"

I feel her throb around me faster, her hand gripping my leg hard

When the pleasure ebbs away, I sink into the bed trying to catch my breath

She moves off me, laying next to me and I turn to my side to face her

She smiles at me and I can't help smile back

Running my fingers through her hair, I tell her, "I love you. I can't live without you jagi"

She moves closer to him, her arm around my body, "You don't have to baby. It's you and me. Together. Literally forever"

A smile bursts on my face, "Yeah jagi. Me and you. Forever"

"Always Hwa. We'll always be together. We will get through anything and everything together. I'll follow you anywhere and I'll be by your side forever"

I nod, "Me too baby. I'll always be right next to you and I'll always protect you. Always."

"I love you so much Hwa"

"I love you so much Jo. More than anything in the world"

I know she knows this

I tell her everyday of our lives

I will always tell her and make sure she feels my love every day

She presses her lips to mine, kissing me deeply

I sigh into the kiss, feeling her love for me

It awes me every time

She gave up everything for me and she never made me feel bad about anything

She doesn't regret anything and neither do I

She really is my everything, my life and I wouldn't change that for anything

"Sleep time", she says when the kiss ends, cuddling into me and laying in my arms

"Night jagi", I tell her, kissing the top of her head

"Night baby", she says sleepily

Watching her as she falls asleep, I thank whoever is out there that I met her and that she willingly wants to be with me forever

I always knew from the second I met her that she's my one and I will do everything in my power to keep her safe and to love her every moment of everyday

She's right, it's me and her forever

Me and my jagi

@mingtina

@umbralhelwolf

@jo-hwaberry

@fairygirl18

[la-muerte]

EVERYONE READ THIS TO THE END ! THAT’S AN ORDER !

My friend Kevin and I are volunteers at a National cemetery in Oklahoma and put in a few days a month in a 'slightly larger' uniform. Today had been a long, long day and I just wanted to get the day over with and go down to Smokey's and have a cold one. Sneaking a look at my watch, I saw the time, 16:55. Five minutes to go before the cemetery gates are closed for the day.

Full dress was hot in the August sun Oklahoma summertime was as bad as ever--the heat and humidity at the same level--both too high.

I saw the car pull into the drive, '69 or '70 model Cadillac Deville, looked factory-new. It pulled into the parking lot at a snail'space. An old woman got out so slow I thought she was paralyzed; she had a cane and a sheaf of flowers--about 4 or 5 bunches as best I could tell.

I couldn't help myself. The thought came unwanted, and left a slightly bitter taste: 'She's going to spend an hour, and for this old soldier, my hip hurts like hell and I'm ready to get out of here right now!' But for this day, my duty was to assist anyone coming in.

Kevin would lock the 'In' gate and if I could hurry the old lady along,we might make it to Smokey's in time.

I broke post attention. My hip made gritty noises when I took the first step and the pain went up a notch. I must have made a real military sight: middle-aged man with a small pot gut and half a limp, in marine full-dress uniform, which had lost its razor crease about thirty minutes after I began the watch at the cemetery.

I stopped in front of her, halfway up the walk. She looked up at me with an old woman's squint.

'Ma'am, may I assist you in any way?'

She took long enough to answer.

'Yes, son. Can you carry these flowers? I seem to be moving a tad slow these days'

'My pleasure, ma'am.' (Well, it wasn't too much of a lie.)

She looked again. 'Marine, where were you stationed?'

' Vietnam, ma'am.. Ground-pounder. '69 to '71.'

She looked at me closer. 'Wounded in action, I see. Well done, Marine. I'll be as quick as I can.'

I lied a little bigger: 'No hurry, ma'am.'

She smiled and winked at me. 'Son, I'm 85-years-old and I can tell a lie from a long way off. Let's get this done. Might be the last time I can do this. My name's Joanne Wieserman,

and I've a few Marines I'd like to see onemore time..'

'Yes, ma 'am. At your service.'

She headed for the World War I section, stopping at a stone. She picked one of the flower bunches out of my arm and laid it on top of the stone.

She murmured something I couldn't quite make out.. The name on the marble was Donald S. Davidson, USMC:

France 1918.

She turned away and made a straight line for the World War II section,stopping at one stone I saw a tear slowly tracking its way down her cheek.

She put a bunch on a stone; the name was Stephen

X. Davidson, USMC, 1943.

She went up the row a ways and laid another bunch on a stone, Stanley J. Wieserman, USMC, 1944.

She paused for a second and more tears flowed. 'Two

more, son, and we'll be done'

I almost didn't say anything, but, 'Yes, ma'am. Take your time.'

She looked confused. 'Where's the Vietnam section, son? I seem to have lost my way.'

I pointed with my chin. 'That way, ma'am.'

'Oh!' she chuckled quietly. 'Son, me and old age ain't too friendly.'

She headed down the walk I'd pointed at. She stopped at a couple of stones before she found the ones she wanted. She placed a bunch on Larry Wieserman, USMC, 1968, and the laston Darrel Wieserman, USMC, 1970.

She stood there and murmured a few words I couldn't make out and more tears flowed.

'OK, son, I'm finished. Get me back to my car and you can go home.'

Yes, ma'am. If I may ask, were those your kinfolk?'

She paused. ‘Yes, Donald Davidson was my father, Stephen was my uncle, Stanley was my husband, Larry and Darrel were our sons. All killed in action, all Marines.'

She stopped! Whether she had finished, or couldn't finish, I don't know.

She made her way to her car, slowly and painfully.

I waited for a polite distance to come between us and then double-timed it over to Kevin, waiting by the car.

'Get to the 'Out' gate quick.. I have something I've got to do.'

Kevin started to say something but saw the look I gave him. He broke the rules to get us down the service road fast. We beat her.

She hadn't made it around the rotunda yet.

'Kevin, stand at attention next to the gatepost.

Follow my lead.' I humped it across the drive to the other post.

When the Cadillac came puttering around from the hedges and began the short straight traverse to the gate, I called in my best gunny's voice: 'Tehen Hut!

Present arms!'

I have to hand it to Kevin; he never blinked an eye--full dress attention and a salute that would make his DI proud.

She drove through that gate with two old worn-out soldiers giving her a send-off she deserved, for service rendered to her country,and for knowing duty, honor and sacrifice far beyond the realm of most.

I am not sure, but I think I saw a salute returned from that Cadillac.

Instead of 'The End, 'just think of 'Taps.'

As a final thought on my part, let me share a favorite prayer: 'Lord, keep our servicemen and women safe, whether they serve at home or overseas.

Hold them in your loving hands and protect them as they protect us.'

Let's all keep those currently serving and those who have gone before in our thoughts.They are the reason for the many freedoms we enjoy.

'In God We Trust.'

Sorry about your monitor; it made mine blurry too!

If we ever forget that we're one nation under God, then we will be a nation gone under!

God Bless America.

[grantyort]

Clearing the Air

[The trio cruises along the empty city streets. Chris is fast asleep in the backseat while Daniel fidgets anxiously in the front.]

SEAN: Need to pee or something? 

DANIEL: Nah, I’m just nervous.

SEAN: [chuckles] About what?

DANIEL: Uh… Nothing. Never mind.

SEAN: [sighs] Whatever you say dude.

DANIEL: [turning to Chris] Is he... okay?

DANIEL: Yeah. He just hasn’t slept well since… you know.

SEAN: Well before he wakes up, we need to have a serious talk about all this.

[Sean pulls the car over to the side of the road. He gets out and sits on the hood, motioning Daniel to join him. Daniel reluctantly agrees]

DANIEL: Sean Iisten-

SEAN: No, you listen! I went through hell just so we could stay in this country, so you could live a normal life! Now you’re just gonna throw it all away on some wild goose chase?! Don’t you even care? I swear this is like Nevada all over again!

[Daniel looks ashamed and on the verge of tears]

DANIEL: I’m s-sorry Sean. It’s just that… we haven’t seen each other in months, and you don’t answer my texts and I thought if I-

SEAN: No… you’re right. That wasn’t fair. I’m guess I’m still… trying to figure this whole thing out.

DANIEL: I know.

SEAN: Why didn’t you just tell me, instead of pulling a stupid stunt like this?

DANIEL: I… didn’t want to drag you into this.

SEAN: Well guess what Daniel? I’m in it now whether you like it or not. In case you haven’t noticed, we’re kind of a package deal.

DANIEL: I’m sorry.

SEAN: There you go again. Always apologizing after the fact. For once, I want you to think things through before you go running off on your next crusade!

DANIEL: I’ll try.

SEAN: You damn well better. Remember the deal we made with the Feds, no big splashes! If they catch even a whiff of what you’re doing… ¡se acabó! They’ll throw my ass back in jail and lock you in some government black site. We’ll never see each other again. Is that what you want?!

DANIEL: No of course not! It’s just… Chris has lost everything. I just want to help him get answers and justice. It’s the least we can after all he’s done for us. We owe him that much!

SEAN: [scoffs] You’ve really grown up, haven’t you?

[Sean leans over and hugs Daniel who is taken off-guard but sinks into Sean’s arms, savoring the familiar comfort]

DANIEL: What was that for?

SEAN: Oh nothing. Just getting you back for earlier.

[Daniel smiles and rests his head on his brother’s shoulder]

SEAN: Enano, listen… I’m sorry I’ve been so… distant. College’s just been hectic as fuck. I’ve got a side-gig going on, and I know haven’t always been… there for you, like I should be.

DANIEL: You don’t have to apologize, Sean. You’ve already done so much. You should go live your own life for a change. Besides, I’m not a kid anymore. I can take care of myself now.

SEAN: [laughs] I’ve heard that one before.

DANIEL: I’m serious! You don’t have to worry about me. Go to parties, hook up, cram for exams or whatever. I don’t wanna be a burden anymore.

SEAN: You’re not a burden, Daniel and worrying about you is kind of in the job description. I mean the hours are long and you don’t get paid, but at the end of the day it’s all worth it, you know?

DANIEL: Yeah I know… thanks, Sean.

If Daniel threatened Sean back at the bus depot:

DANIEL: S-sorry for what happened back at the bus station. I don’t know what got into me.

SEAN: You should be. We don’t see each other for weeks and the first thing you do is try to pick a fight.

DANIEL: I just… got caught up in the moment.

SEAN: Hope you haven’t been doubling up on your pills again.

DANIEL: Of course not! I’m not stupid Sean!

SEAN: Never said you were.

DANIEL: Sorry. I don’t wanna fight.

SEAN: Me neither. But just for the record, I would have kicked your ass.

DANIEL: (rolling his eyes) Sure Sean.

SEAN: I did last time.

DANIEL: That didn’t count! You caught me off-guard!

SEAN: That’s kind of the point, genius. You think the bad guys are gonna warn you before attacking?

DANIEL: What bad guys? Besides, even if one of them got the jump on me, I’d still stop them all. Easy-peasy!

SEAN: This isn’t a superhero movie, it’s real life. You gotta pay attention to your surroundings at all times!

DANIEL: (mockingly) Whatever you say… sensei.

DANIEL: Are you… doing okay?

SEAN: What do you mean?

DANIEL: You know… with college, and track and everything. I don’t really know much except what I hear from Lyla-

SEAN: Oh you mean your little spy? I still haven’t forgotten about the library incident you know.

DANIEL: I don’t know what you’re talking about.

SEAN: Yeah, yeah! play dumb! You’re lucky that marker was washable otherwise your ass would be grass right now!

DANIEL: I thought you were supposed to be able to see that sorta stuff coming.

SEAN: I was asleep! Besides that’s not how it works!

DANIEL: Pfft excuses!

SEAN: Don’t push it. I’m still mad at you, you know.

DANIEL: (making a funny face) Yeah? How about now?

SEAN: [laughs] Okay. I’m letting you off the hook this time.

[Daniel pulls a chock-o-crisp out his pocket and begins to eat]

SEAN: Still eating those?

DANIEL: (mouth full) What? I’m hungry!

SEAN: I read an article that chock-o-crisps can stunt your growth. You better cut back or you might be stuck an enano forever.

DANIEL: That’s bullshit! I grew 3 inches since Christmas. I’ll probably be taller than you soon!

SEAN: Ha You wish! [he ruffles Daniel’s hair]

DANIEL: Stop it! You know how long it took me to get it just right?

SEAN: Since when do you care so much about your hair?

DANIEL: Chris says that it looks cool like this.

SEAN: I thought you “always looked good”.

DANIEL: Yeah, but I just like it better this way.

SEAN: Okay, okay. Hands off the hair. Got it.

DANIEL: So Sean, you...

Seeing anyone? 

Talk to Mom lately?

Seeing anyone?

SEAN: Taking an interest in my love life? Who would've thought?

DANIEL: It’s not like I really care. I just… don’t want you to get lonely.

SEAN: Don’t worry about that, enano, I got plenty of term papers and angry TAs to keep me company.

DANIEL: I’m being serious Sean.

SEAN: Well if you must know, I did meet someone recently. We were actually supposed to have dinner tonight but… you know.

DANIEL: Oh… sorry.

SEAN: (jokingly) You should be. We don’t even live in the same state anymore and somehow you still manage to cock-block me!

DANIEL: (cheekily) That’s my real superpower!

SEAN: (rolling eyes) Yeah, yeah keep laughing. Who knows? Maybe someday, I’ll return the favor.

(They both laugh)

SEAN: How about you? How’s school? Anyone giving you shit?  

DANIEL: Nah. Everyone likes me, well except Wilkes and Brad. But they’re assholes. Anyway, there is this dance coming up next week and I still don’t have a date. I was thinking of asking this one girl, Millie. We text and stuff and I guess she’s pretty!

SEAN: Whoa dude, slow down! Focus on keeping your grades up. You’ve got plenty of time for that stuff later. Me on the other hand. I think I’m just about ready to die alone.

LYLA <-> FINN/CASSIDY (Determinant)

LYLA:

DANIEL: What about Lyla? She’s single! 

SEAN: Dude no! It’d be way too weird. We’ve known each other since forever. It would never work. And besides, I’d never take her from you.

DANIEL: S-shut up. That was just a stupid crush! I’m totally over her! 

SEAN: (deadpanning) Oh no. I’m sure she’ll be devastated.

CASSIDY:

DANIEL: What about… what’s her name? The smelly hippie with the purple wig.

SEAN: Cassidy? She’s all the way up in Canada, dude! Plus, I need to get clearance every time I leave the country. It would never work.

DANIEL: That’s okay. You can totally do better!

SEAN: Oh ouch. Still holding a grudge, eh?

DANIEL: I just think… you’re too good for her.

SEAN: I’ll take that as a compliment. I guess.

FINN:

DANIEL: What about Finn? Weren’t you totally into him?

SEAN: Finn’s still in jail dude. What are we supposed to do? Make out through the glass?

DANIEL: Haha true.

(If Sean forgave Finn in Episode 4)

DANIEL: Do you ever wish things turned out differently with him?

SEAN: Sure… sometimes, but life’s too short for regrets.

DANIEL: You’re starting to sound like Mom.

SEAN: I’m gonna pretend you didn’t just say that.

(If the player did not forgive Finn in Episode 4)

SEAN: He’s applying for early parole and wants to me be at his hearing. Can you believe that?

DANIEL: You’re not going, are you? He totally used us. He deserves to be locked up!

SEAN: Whoa where’s this coming from? Didn’t you use to be his biggest fan?

DANIEL: What are you talking about?

SEAN: (mockingly) Oooo Finn’s so cool! Finn lets me do whatever I want. I wish Finn was my brother!

DANIEL: What?! I never said that! Besides, I was just a stupid kid back then!

SEAN: Yeah and no one’s denying that.

DANIEL: Whatever. If you want to go, go.

SEAN: Nah… I’m done with Finn. There’s plenty of better guys out there.

Talk to Mom lately?

SEAN: Yeah got a call from her two weeks ago. Business has been booming ever since… they legalized it in Arizona. So, expect an extra big birthday present this year.

DANIEL: Bet you want to move there so you can (he makes a toking motion)

SEAN: Haha, maybe after I graduate!

DANIEL: (sigh) I miss Away.

SEAN: I do too. There was something special about that place. Everyone there was so chill. Not like here.

Ask about Away

DANIEL: And Joanne? Is she still-

SEAN: [sigh] The latest round of chemo didn’t work. So they’re preparing for the worst…

DANIEL: I want to see her Sean, before…

SEAN: I know enano. But Arizona’s too far and way too close to the border. The Feds would never go for it.

DANIEL: I don’t care!  I need to say goodbye to her, in-person.

SEAN: [sigh] Okay. I’ll talk to Flores, see if we can work something out.

DANIEL: Thanks Sean.

SEAN: Arthur and Stanley got a new puppy! His name is Rufus. He’s a bit of a handful but super cute.

DANIEL: No way!

SEAN: I’ve got pictures.

DANIEL: Dude! Send them now!

Ask About Sean’s Eye:

DANIEL: How’s your eye?

SEAN: Can’t complain. Still gets itchy from time to time but that’s what the eye lube’s for. 

DANIEL: Ew, can you not call it that?

Ask about Sean’s Appearance

DANIEL: Dude what’s with the beard? It looks all itchy and gross!

SEAN: You’re just jealous cuz you can’t grow one!

DANIEL: Could too! I just don’t want to.

SEAN: Yeah sure… Have your heuvos even dropped yet? 

DANIEL: Ewwww, shut up!

SEAN: I’ll take that as a no. And since you love my beard so much. Here, feel it! [He rubs his cheek against Daniel’s.]

DANIEL: (laughing) Stop Sean! That tickles! Quit it!

SEAN: RESPECT THE BEARD!

[Sean drapes his arm over Daniel who leans on his shoulder. They look at the night sky together]

DANIEL: Whoa... check out that moon!

SEAN: How about a team howl? For old times’ sake?

DANIEL: Yeah! Diaz Lobos! 

[They howl together as “Into the Woods” plays]

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[kindness-bliss]

New Beginnings Ch. 10

Timothy Thatcher x OC

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: none

 Maya sighed as she sat in the and leaned her head back against the headrest “Why did you lean in to kiss me ?” she finally asked  

 “I just felt the moment was right, you held my hand on your own and I thought maybe it was a good idea. I’m sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable, I just did what I felt was right in the moment” he explained “I apologize, I really do. I would never wanna make you feel like it was forced”

  “Don’t do it again” she said softly “Now hurry up so you can drive me home and we can both change, you got your outfit ?”

  “Yeah, just um a black long sleeve button up and black pants, that okay ?” Marcel asked

“Perfect” she grins as they got out “Also feel free to loosen up tonight, I can handle my drinking”

He raised a brow as he pulled in and followed “Do I need to remind you about what happened in Berlin ?”

  Maya widened her eyes as she blushed and shot him a look “You said you’d never bring it up, so don’t start now”

  “Sorry but you causing world war 3 at a club at 2 in the morning that led to us running through the back door isn’t exactly a small thing” he laughed as he brought his bag in “I’m not even drunk ! I’m fine, let’s go dance !” he mocked in her voice “and then suddenly a fight about who knows what and bam we’re in a taxi. How you weren’t some kind of fighter in your life still shocks me”

  “I felt like it” she shrugged “she insinuated my Cartier bracelets were fake so I let her have it, period. Oh yeah and she hit on you right in front of me, she deserved it”

He laughed, shaking his head “how about none of that tonight ? Just fun, enjoy yourself with your friends and celebrate your cover”

“I invited Fabian” she blurted out, taking out her curling iron to touch up her hair “he said he’s coming, I gave security his name”

  Marcel nodded as she took off his t shirt and ironed his shirt “That’s cool, glad he can make it”

“If you two don’t say sorry and make up tonight I swear” she groaned. Yeah they had been friends for a little over half a year but that didn’t mean him and Fabian were back together. Those two were like a married couple and seeing him without Fabian made her sad, he wasn’t the same without him and it killed her inside

  “I can’t promise anything but if he’s there obviously he knows I’m going to be as well so who knows” Marcel admitted as he fixed his hair

  “Lay off the gel, you look you belong back in Germany in some grade school with this haircut” she laughed fixing her eye shadow “Plus it’s gonna be hot in there”

    “Then I’ll take my shirt off,” he smirked. “I think some girls there would  really like to see that, don't you think ?”

  Maya rolled her eyes, going into her closet and picking out a body con sequin dress, something to make her stand out from the others. She wanted to be absolutely sure she looked better than anyone else there, especially after what Tim had told her. Tim. As if that Dickies wearing, missing tooth asshole knew anything about fashion she shook her head. “No one cares Maya, he doesn’t matter at all” she repeated in her head turning and widening her eyes as she saw Marcel changing

   “Wow...wow” she muttered quietly as she hid behind her closet door and peaked, taking a look at his perfectly tan body and abs, watching him check himself out in the mirror while buttoning up his shirt. He had to me the most vain individual she had ever met yet there she was hiding so she could admire him from afar. Her, the actual model, hiding in a damn closet to stare at him of all people. She quickly snapped out of her own thoughts and changed, putting on her heels as she walked out

  “Alright all-” Marcel stopped speaking, practically stopping his breathing when he saw her

“Hey” Maya grinned softly as she saw his face

“Maya….I….” he took a moment to think clearly about what he wished to say, not wanting to make himself seem even dumber than he already did 

“I-wow” he chuckled out finally as he put his hands in his pockets 

“You...you look beautiful, stunning”

  “Marcel, you’ve seen me in dresses but thank you” she giggled 

 “You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve seen, ever” he said sincerely “you look beautiful every single day but tonight is just wow”

She looked at him, trying her best to keep her look calm and friendly but part of her wanted to jump him right then and there. “Come on, let’s get going it’s late” she grinned as she went back out with him to the car and allowed him to take a picture of them to post ******

  “So now explain” Johnny said as he sat with Tim in the living room of his home “why exactly did you um...snap ?”

  “I did not snap” Tim responded calmly as he pet their dog Pawdme 

“I...words didn’t come out as well as I hoped okay, that’s all”

  “Um...you went to college right ? like graduated, correct ?” he asked

Tim nodded as he gave a confused look “uh yeah, I uh have a degree in Journalism, worked at a newspaper company for years. Actually” he chuckled “when we met in evolve I was stil- wait what does this have to do with anything ?”

    “So you’re telling me you’re college educated with a degree in JOURNALISM of all things, like as in good with words and writing yet you don't know how to speak to a woman !” Johnny exclaimed “You legit use big ass words and write pages yet when a girl clearly is giving the whole “take me in the back seat of your car now” eyes you insult and demean ?” “Johnny, enough” Candice spoke up “He gets the point, clearly he’s upset and mad”

“Thanks” Tim nodded, “and to answer all your questions, yes, I get it. I acted like a moron and well here I am trying to think of ways to apologize once again and convince her I want her with me”   

“Well we can all talk about this tomorrow, we got somewhere to go” Johnny stood up dressed in a button up and black jeans along with Candice in a black dress

  “A funeral ?” Tim asked confused as he looked at both of them “sorry for your loss, whomever it may be”

 Candice let out a soft sigh as he looked at Johnny and nodded towards Tim with her head “tell him…”

“Okay, first it’s “Johnny, shut up!” and now it’s “tell him” he mocked in her voice as he put his hands on his hips and looked up at Tim 

“We’re…..we’re going to Maya’s cover launch party, she invited us a month ago and well we RSVP’d and honestly I won’t lie, it looks like a lot of fun, man. She rented out the entire club. It's at EVE and I mean we don’t get to do shit like this, it’s the best club in the city and we’re on the list and I feel special alright ?”

  “Wait wait, what ?” Tim asked bewildered “You two are going ? Like actually going ? This isn’t some sick joke right because if it is I got pranked” he put his hands up “the act can stop now, I get it”

Johnny and Candice looked at each other as they both turned and gave him a sorry look as Candice’s phone buzzed “sorry Tim...we gotta go now, Oney’s waiting with Joanne”

 Tim scoffed as he nodded and opened the door, catching Oney about to knock  “I know, don’t even try to explain” he said as he shut him up before he could even speak

  “Well damn” Oney shot him a look “Guess that means, you don’t wanna be my plus one….”

“What ?” the other 3 asked in unison as they looked at him

“Joanne can’t make it, she has work so that leaves me with a plus one” he showed the message “Maya never said I couldn’t bring Tim” he gave a shrug

“Wait…. He can’t go like that” Candice emphasized “babe quick, go look for a bigger shirt and Oney, switch pants with Tim and Johnny will give you another pair…..NOW !” she raised her voice at the 3 of them as she watched them scurry and go to her bedroom

    “Wow, who knew you could clean up so nicely” Johnny smirked “let me do your hair now, you can’t go out looking nicely dressed with messy hair, oh and cologne, you gotta smell good in case ”

“You’re not serious ?” Tim asked

“You want her to see you looking good right ? So listen to me, if you look good and smell good she’ll like fall in love with you, she won’t even remember you insinuated her work was cheap, or that bikini models are whores or that-” Johnny gulped when he saw him glare at him “here just..just add a little gel and um see you downstairs, hurry up”

  Oney chuckled as he watched him get ready “If this doesn’t work, then I don’t know. Not gonna lie you look….nice. You really do, this is probably what she wanted to see”  

 “Whatever” Tim shrugged as he finished buttoning up the shirt “I just wanna talk to her that’s all, talk to her and get this settled and we’ll go from there” he nodded as he followed him back to Candice and Johnny’s Uber and sat down 

  “Wow” Candice grinned “look at you, I mean it. You clean up so nicely Tim, you really do”

“Thank you” Tim said softly as he gave her a small grin. “How the hell did I get myself into this ?” he thought to himself. None of this was him, he could feel the sweat start to build up in his arm pits as he moved around in his seat lifting his head up when Oney offered him a mini bottle of Patron

“A roadie, to loosen up before we get there. You could use it, need a chaser ?” he offered some seltzer water widening his eyes as he watched him chug it down in one gulp

  “Give me another, now” Tim nodded as he reached out his hand, taking the second bottle and downing it “there, much much better”. No not really all that better but at least it calmed his nerves slightly as he watched them pull up to the club. He looked through the crowd to see who he recognized, some were definitely other models but lots were from work. She really had invited everyone but him, not like he expected it anyways.

    “Remember, leave no later than 3” Candice said as they got out and reapplied her lipgloss “Jesus, she’s popular look at all these people”

  “You don’t say” Johnny looked around “And she invited US, that means she really does like us and thinks of us as friends. She’s SO nice”

“She is. She really is something” Tim whispered to himself as he stood with them ************

“I love seeing you two so happy and together !” Maya smiled a little tipsy already as she put her arms around Fabian and Marcel’s shoulders 

“The two besties are back together ! You can go back to taking your little sexy shirtless gym pictures now !”  

 Fabian chuckled “well thank you I think ? Thanks for inviting me again”

“Yeah yeah of course, anything to get you two back together” she sipped her martini, feeling slightly buzzed as she sat next to Marcel and put her hand on his thigh “oh my god, you look so cute tonight I can’t believe I didn’t tell you already” she pouted

  Marcel chuckled as he placed her hand back on her lap gently “Thank you, you’re telling me now and to me that’s all that matters”

“Maya maybe, maybe we can stop the martini’s for a bit” Fabian suggested as he motioned for the waitress to come over and order them waters with lemon

  “What a complete party pooper, I thought Italians were supposed to be fun. This is NOT how Jersey Shore made it seem” she rolled her eyes, pulling out her compact to look herself over as she watched Fabian just laugh at her

 “Hey... still very very pretty,” Marcel grinned as he closed it for her. “There’s no need to keep looking at yourself when you look perfect, now have some water so you can sober up a bit and enjoy your night. Everyone’s here for you”

  Maya stood up and fixed her dress when she saw Candice walk towards her “hey, oh my gosh you look beautiful !” She gave her a hug and smiled, tilting her head when she saw Johnny take a selfie with her custom cake “why...why is he ?”

  “Listen he’s telling everyone we know he’s at a celebrity party and how you’re his friend, he’s truly living it up” she admits with a chuckle

  “I just...I like how you guys came, you two are so kind and nice and to be honest I kinda like you guys here more than the others my agent made me invite” she smiled softly “Can I offer you a drink ?”

  “Oh yeah sure, I’d love one of those fruity ones you’re having” Candice grinned as she walked over to the bar with her “Listen before we enjoy the night, I have to tell you that Oney’s girlfriend couldn’t make it so...so he brought Tim”

    “What ?” she spat out her water “He’s here ? As in right now ? Candice what the hell ? After what happened earlier ?”

Candice sighed as she took her drink in one sitting and got up “Long story short he feels horrible and wants to talk to you, really talk to you. 100% serious this time, no insults nothing so when you’re ready you let me know and I”m getting you two together to talk even if it’s the last fucking thing I do” she nods

  “I just wanna enjoy my night and maybe when I’m a little more drunk so I can let his ass know everything I’ve been feeling” Maya nodded as she cheered her and took what she believed was her 15th shot of the night 

    “So are those real ?” Candice asked as she pointed to her revealing dress “because they look real but they also look way too perfect to be real”

Maya laughed as she touched her shoulder with her arm “They are, but did you drink before getting here ?”

  “May have had a couple roadies” she admits as they continued to drink together, getting rowdier once everyone else came to join

  “Let’s give it up for Maya !” Johnny yelled as he raised his champagne glass “MY friend is a model and she’s on an ACTUAL magazine and on a billboard !”

  “To me ! For being really fucking pretty and having an amazing body !” Maya exclaimed drunkenly as she leaned on Marcel

    “And with REAL boobs !” Candice added as they all cheered together and moved to the dance floor as the DJ played a playlist of mid 2000’s songs

Everything was great, perfect actually until Oney spotted Tim talking to a girl, a little too close for comfort in his eyes as he left and sat down keeping a close eye on him

  “So what brings you here, do you know Maya ?” the girl asked Tim as she grinned and sat too close to him at the bar

  “In a way yeah, you ?” he nodded trying his best to keep up straight as the alcohol from the car ride and the beers he had consumed were beginning to hit him

  “well she won this cover over me. Some thing about brunettes over blondes, Kara by the way” she reached her hand out “and you are ?”

“Tim” he responded as he turned around and faced her, looking her up and down as he raised a brow at the less than favorable red number she had on “drink ?”

    “Vodka soda” she smirked as she ordered “oh is this your friend ?”

“What ?” Tim asked confused as he turned and saw Oney with crossed arms standing behind him

  “You’re drunk, come with me”

“He’s fine with me” Kara smiled sweetly “Don’t worry, your friend is perfect with me here”

“Tim….”

“I’m fine” Tim shrugged “You go and continue being stupid, I’m fine here with her”

Oney shook his head and sighed as he left him alone and went back as he sat down on a couch and watched

 Maya pulled Marcel close to her as she turned around against him, moving to the beat of the music as she felt him move with her, putting his hands on her hips both swaying to the old Ice Cube song that played loudly in the club. They had gone to multiple clubs in the past and danced to way too many songs but this time something was different and they both felt it  

  Marcel felt the jolts in his body as he touched her hips and felt her backside press right against his groin area. Gulping to get rid of what felt like a ball stuck in his throat he made sure to keep his hands there as they moved

  “You good ?” she asked not realizing what was even going on with him as she looked up

“All good, we can keep going” he nodded

He was positive his once black shirt was now soaking and see through with sweat as he tried his best to make sure he didn’t get hard as he squeezed her sides every so slightly. As he heard the song end and change to what he recalled was an old Lil Jon song, he groaned feeling her move quicker.  Part of him felt like it was best to just leave to the car and handle what he needed to do but the other part said he needed to be composed for her. All that went out the window the second he looked down and saw her dress slowly ride up as she moved lower and lower

  “I...I gotta go to the bathroom” he blurted out as he turned her around and saw her eyes, he knew better than anyone what that look meant

  “We….we should go to the bathroom” she whispered as she laced his fingers with hers and leaned in to kiss the corner of his mouth gently

   Marcel shuddered as he looked around and noticed everyone too busy to even notice them gone, he quickly took her hand and rushed to the nearest bathroom with her as he pushed her against the wall and crashed his lips onto hers, moving his hands up and down her hips as he moved down to kiss her neck feeling one of her hands on the back of his neck and the other immediately trying to undo his belt

  “Not...not here” he whispered as he stopped her hands and held them in his as he kissed each of them “This...this is cheap, I don’t want it like this with you. You deserve more”

“My place” she kissed his lips again not wanting them away from hers any longer “You and me, my place. I want you, I need you Marcel” Marcel looked in her eyes trying to see any doubt , going with his gut as he nodded and walked with her, hitting a stall with his shoulder

“Busy” a female voice groaned “um really busy”

  “Sorry” Marcel apologized quickly, cursing as Maya tripped against him causing him to fall against the unlocked door, widening his eyes at the view in front of him

  “What’s going-” Maya stopped speaking immediately as she felt her heart drop to her stomach as she saw Tim entangled with a girl doing way more than kissing. She felt her legs turn into jelly as she watched him kiss and move her against him, at her party of all places.

   Tim heard her voice and immediately opened his eyes as he pushed Kara off and fixed his pants and shirt “Maya ! No…..No listen I-I” he stuttered struggling to form a cohesive thought as he reached his hand towards her earning a hard punch across the nose and kick in the groin “Fuck that hurt !” he grimaced in pain not sure if he needed to grab his balls or nose

  “Marcel, why is she crying ? what’s going on ?” Johnny asked concerned he watched Candice going after her “Did someone hurt her ? Tell me and I’ll knock them out !”

  “That, that’s what’s going on” Marcel said coldly as they both looked at Tim and Kara exit the bathroom both disheveled with Tim’s more than obvious broken bleeding nose

“I told him to stop” Oney spoke up “He didn’t listen, brushed me off. The second he saw me talk to Johnny is when he left”

  “It wasn’t your job to babysit” Johnny answered disappointed as he stared “Grown men can take care of themselves, or so we thought”

“You’re not getting a foot near her !” Oney exclaimed, fed up “How fucking dare you do this to her ? At her own fucking party ? Was this what you wanted all along ? To just come here and ruin her night ?”

Tim shook his head as he held his nose with his hand “I….I can’t….I can’t even talk, where is she ? I need to talk to her now” “You’re getting you and your little prost-.....friend the hell out of here NOW” Oney ordered

  Tim snarled as he felt her touch his hand “get the fuck away from me”, scaring her enough as he watched her walk away quickly and hurried out the door. He looked at the guys and pleaded with his eyes as he watched them walk away from him

Marcel clenched his fists in anger as he calmed himself down for a second before walking quickly to the parking lot of the club searching around space by space as he found Candice consoling Maya on the pavement and rushed over

  “Maya, Maya come on let’s get you home” he said softly as he kneeled in front of her and dabbed her face full of mascara tears with his sleeve. His own heart breaking as he saw how devastated she looked. Nothing mattered more to him than making sure he got her home and safe

  “Listen to Marcel, he’s gonna take you home sweetie” Candice whispered as she helped her stand up as Johnny, Fabian and Oney joined them with sorry looks on their faces “It’s brisk” Fabian said softly as he took off his suit jacket and put it over Maya’s shoulders to cover her up  “I’m gonna, I’m gonna take her home now, is that okay Maya ?” Marcel asked as he pet her head gently 

Maya simply gave a small nod as her eyes stayed glued to the floor, her whole night and heart done for.