#it was like 8:30 this morning looked up in work parking lot and saw it and was like damn ok maybe not everything is terrible

[confessormoons]

[highdramas]

peaceful road | dr. michael robinavitch

pairing: michael robinavitch x f!reader

warnings: language, age gap (reader is 29, robby is 50)

word count: 2392

summary: (small town au) you've lived in cradle point, oregon for nearly your entire life. when you come down with a nasty sickness, you meet dr. robby-- just having opened his new private practice after running away from it all.

notes: if you are under 18 do not interact with my work or this fic. i'm very excited to kick off this series! i admittedly know little about operating a private practice, or medicine in general, so please forgive any inaccuracies. thank you for reading <3

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dr. michael robinavitch starts his day at 7am, by habit more than anything else. he doesn’t begin seeing patients until 8am, but there’s something very comforting about the quiet of his office, the sound of the keyboard, the faint sound of johnny cash playing out of his speakers. he makes the short drive to work every day and he now has the time to stop for coffee, rather than make it at home.

life has been slower since that day in the pitt. that day that lead into an almost immediate sabbatical, which then lead to a resignation, he still has to fight off this notion that he gave up, that he conceded something. he wakes up and wonders most mornings still– how are they doing? how’s whittaker holding up? sometimes, he nearly texts dana to ask, then he remembers she’s now at a private practice, too. except she didn’t move across the country.

how could he stay in pittsburgh? what was going to be left for him there?

he loved the pacific northwest for a long time, after visiting one time with collins. he enjoyed portland, but he loved his time on the coast even more. when he thought about where he wanted a fresh start, that felt like a good a place as any.

after extensive research, he decided on cradle point. with a population of 1,500, and no private practice since the last doctor had moved away, it felt like a good place to try. and so he did. and after two months… well, things were going pretty well. it felt like he could breathe, while still doing the thing that he had burning passion for. he could save lives and not put his own mental health in turmoil every single day. he could step away from emergency medicine and live with himself.

that’s what he said to himself, anyway. sometimes, when he was feeling really crazy, he would go to the emergency room in lincoln city, and he’d sit in the parking lot and consider going in and asking if they needed an er physician. but then he always got back into his subaru and made the drive down the coastline back to cradle point.

he’s only on month two of operating his own private practice, and he doesn’t want to say that it’s perfect– he knows it isn’t. but it’s good. and that’s what he cares about.

hearing a tug at the door, his head pops up, tugging his readers off. it’s unusual to get anyone at his door until 9 or 10. he suspects that townsfolk are still trying to decide if they trust him– he gets it. well, not really, but he is starting to understand the small town mentality. the aversion to outsiders.

when he swings open the door and sees you, it starts up those same emergency medicine instincts. you look unsteady on your feet, holding a coffee, sunglasses on the crown of your head. “hi,” you say, voice graveled. “i’ve been wanting to come by and introduce myself–” you give him your name before you cough into the crook of your arm. “i’m sorry, i know you’re probably not open yet. my friends finally shamed me into coming, but i need to be at my shop at 8:30, and i saw that your light was on–”

“no, no. please, come in and sit.” he gestures to an exam bed which you hop onto. he can’t help his slight smile as you cross your legs and toss your bag into the chair by the exam table like you’ve done it the exact same way a million times. “did you used to see dr. jackson?”

michael doesn’t know much about his predecessor, other than that it sounded like he had pretty big shoes to fill. dr. angela jackson was beloved by the people of cradle point. that much was abundantly clear. you flush and laugh a little bit. “she’s my aunt.” you rub your hands on your pants and look at him sheepishly. “that’s a small town for ya.”

he laughs louder at that. “well,” he takes a step closer to you. “i’m not your aunt, but i’ll take good care of you. my name is dr. robinavitch, but most people call me dr. robby. i’m gonna do a quick exam on you and hopefully get you out of here.”

“thank you, dr. robinavitch.” you smile so earnestly it makes his heart stutter over itself.

shit.

–

you had a crush on the hot doctor. why did no one tell you that he was hot?

having lived in cradle point for your entire life, any new person moving into town was undeniably a big deal. it felt like, anymore, people moved away frequently, but there wasn’t a steady stream of those returning. of course, there was the tourists in the summer and the occasional retiree that would settle down on the coast. but most people didn’t feel like living out of the way of so much.

you loved your hometown. you loved the tall trees and the fact that you could walk onto the balcony off your bedroom and hear the faint crash of the ocean. you loved that your best friend erin was just like you, and had stayed, and that every day you could walk ten minutes down the road to see her. you loved that you could take your cat onto the beach in her little harness and leash whenever you wanted. you loved the farmers market. you loved being a business owner in this town. there wasn’t much that you didn’t like.

and you really loved when new people entered your orbit. there was a sort of excitement that it brought– it was so rare, how could you not be excited?

dr. robinavitch is thorough with you. you believe him when he says he’s doing to take good care of you. you’ve been going and going with little slowing since you got sick– not taking days off of work, carrying on despite your body screaming at you to stop. he cradles your face and gently presses on your cheeks, causing you to wince slightly. it’s then when he leans back and looks at you and says, “yeah, you’ve got a pretty nasty sinus infection. i’m gonna get you some antibiotics and you should be good to go within the next week. but you’re gonna need rest– no work. you think you can do that?”

“i can give it a really good try,” you say. “no, no– yeah, i won’t work. i’ll get erin to cover the store for a couple of days.”

“where do you work?”

“i own mazzy’s. it’s a bookstore on main street.” feeling bold, you say, “you should come by sometime, once i’m better. do you like to read? i can give you plenty of suggestions.” you pause, and add, sheepishly, “if you want, of course.”

michael, utterly charmed despite everything in him screaming at him not to be, shoves his hands into the pockets of his zip up hoodie. “yeah, i like to read. i’ve been driving past it every day and thinking about how i should go in. i’ve read through just about everything i’ve got.” that was about all he did during his sabbatical– reading, pretending, pushing it all down. “i’ll come by. i like sci fi.”

“sci fi! we have a great sci fi section–” you sneeze. “and fantasy, too, if you’re into that sort of thing.” you have that same sheepish look on your face and all he can think about is how sweet you are, how in fifteen minutes you’ve made him feel more welcome in this town than anyone else in the past month has made him feel. including his neighbors. no fault to them, he thinks; they would be in pretty stiff competition with you around.

no. you’re younger than him– twenty nine, he found out, as he was doing your intake. he may be having a midlife crisis, but he never fancied himself the type to go for a girl nearly half his age, let alone a patient. but then you start talking about a book called this is how you lose the time war and his heart does that same stuttering that it did earlier. maybe he should be the one seeing a doctor.

“--and, yeah, it’s a love story more than anything. a very good love story. not some of the cheesy slop that’s out right now. i mean, don’t the people want to yearn anymore?” you sigh, clearly exasperated at your own train of thought. you stand and grab your bag, slinging it over your shoulder. “anyway. i’m sorry, i’ll get out of your hair.”

“no, no–” he chuckles, the sound awkward in his ears. “stay in my hair as much as you want.” it’s his turn to flush, but you are too, and you meet each others gaze and laugh together. maybe there’s some knowing it that laugh. that neither of you can quite place it, but… there’s something.

“as much as i’d love to, i should take your advice and get my rest. thank you so much, again–” you open the door to the clinic, greeted by the torrential downpour that started at some point while you and dr. robby were in your trance. “wow. anyway, i’ll be seeing you.”

“oh–” he grabs the door, holding it open for you and looking out at the unyielding rain. “you drive here?”

“i walked. i’ll be fine, i–”

before he can think better of it, he says, “i can drive you,” a doctor for more years than he can count at this point, and he’s teetering on breaking the code of ethics over the first girl he meets. of course. “if you want. only if you want.”

hanging onto the doorframe, you smile a little and look out to the rain. fuck it. “sure. thank you.”

–

you both make a quick jog to his car parked slightly down the road, tugging your hoods over your heads. “this one’s mine,” he says, pointing to an immaculate black subaru suv. he rushes to open your door for you, making sure you’re safely inside before he hops into the drivers seat. the sound of the rain pounding on his car fills your ears, and you’re both slightly out of breath, looking over at each other and smiling. “wouldn’t have been a fun walk home,” he muses.

you blow out a puff of air. “no, it wouldn’t have.” you lean your head back against the seat, sniffling some. “thank you.”

“my pleasure.” you’re still looking at each other for a beat when he clears his throat, starting up the car. “you lead the way.”

you provide him instructions on how to get to your small seaside cottage. it was your parents home– when they decided they were ready to go on and retire in southern california, tired of the rain of the oregon coast, they put the house in your name. it was your grandparents home before that, the entire house wrapped up in the history of your last name.

you provide him anecdotes regarding businesses and landmarks as you drive past them. “that’s mrs. felicia’s diner. have you eaten there yet? don’t get the pie. just trust me.” a moment later, “this is the lookout where high schoolers go to make out or smoke weed. it’s like, don’t they know they’re not that slick?”

michael listens to all your musings, riveted. having grown up in chicago, later relocating to pittsburgh, he’s always been a big city guy. big cities have their own charms, quirks, and rituals– but none the way that you’re describing to him. he likes that about cradle point. that you have a story for every square inch of this town.

“so. why did you move here?” you ask. it’s an innocent enough question, and you’re not the first person who has asked it but it still makes his heart seize up. “i mean– i’m just not used to new people. you’re probably gathering that none of us are.”

“yup, i’ve gathered that much.” he tries not to sound too irritable. it’s not your fault you’re asking. it’s not your fault that he’s so fucked up, that he feels like he can’t run fast enough away from his past. “i was just ready for a change.”

“and where did you move from?”

“pittsburgh.”

“did you like it?”

“yeah, until i didn’t.” he sighs. “i’m sorry. i’m not trying to be a hardass.”

shaking your head, you look down at your hands. “no, i’m sorry i’m prying.”

“don’t be. don’t be, really– i’m the asshole. trust me.”

you begin approaching your street. it’s idyllic– framed with trees, sloping hills with various beautiful beach homes surrounding it. the beach is but a stone’s throw away, and he feels a pang of jealousy. he’s certainly not without the funds, but a beachside home was not in the cards for him. “this is me,” you point to the home, and he smiles a little. of course it is. it’s quaint, but charming. there’s a beautiful garden out front and a cat napping in the front window. “thank you again.”

“you’re welcome. and about before, i–”

“nope. no more apologies needed.” you give a reassuring smile. “thank you for the antibiotics. thank you for the drive. and…” you fumble around in your purse for your store business card and a pen, scribbling a string of numbers onto it. “if you ever want a book recommendation…” you pass the card to him. “just let me know.”

staring down at the card, your logo– a cat sleeping on a stack of books– he rubs his thumb on the worn paper where you’ve just written your phone number with the word “cell” ahead of it. he wonders how long it’s been in your bag. if you give these out to just anyone. “i’ll do that.”

with a final smile and a wave, you speed walk towards your house. he watches to make sure you get inside safely. when the door has shut, he leans his forehead onto the steering wheel, a long breath coming from deep in his chest.

twenty feet away, you’re leaning with your back against your front door, your hand on your chest, an identical breath coming out of you.

[morgana-larkin]

Alright peeps, here’s part 18 to ‘Just Tired’! Next part is the threesome and I saw that most people wanted the aftermath/afterthought instead so I’ll do that. Not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!

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Just Tired - Part 18

Warnings: Manipulative relationship (mentioned), smut, swearing

Words: 3.1k

Melissa wakes up the next morning with her arm wrapped around her new body pillow.

“Should have gotten a body pillow years ago.” She says before she sighs. “Or another spouse.” She adds and then gets up.

Melissa pulls up to the parking lot at the same time as you and she calls out to you.

“Hey Y/n!” She says and you look behind you and wait for her to catch up to you.

“Hey Melissa, I wanted to thank you again for your help yesterday.” You tell her.

“Not a problem, I always keep an emergency shirt in my desk. With second graders it’s almost mandatory as you can have anything end up on your clothes.” She says and you laugh.

“You know that’s a good tip, I think I’ll start having an extra shirt in my desk.” You tell her.

“So I wanted to ask you something and it’s a bit embarrassing.” She says as she stops walking before you enter the school.

“What is it?” You ask her.

“Well, while I was married to Joe, all these fancy sex toys came out and I never had one before. So last night I finally got the courage and got 3 vibrators.” She tells you and you hum.

“Did you have a fun night last night?” You ask her with a smirk.

“I did yes, but I used what the worker called a wand as it looked pretty straightforward. But I also got these 2 rabbit ones and I have no idea how they work. So I was wondering if maybe you’d like to come over and show me?” She asks you and you smile. You never thought Melissa would be asking you to show her how to work a vibrator.

“I can’t believe you never used a vibrator before, they can honestly be life changing.” You say and she lowers her head in embarrassment. “Hey, nothing to be ashamed or embarrassed about.” You say as you tilt her head up. “Of course I’ll come and show you. Perfect timing as well as I’m on my period and don’t feel much like getting an orgasm for the next couple days but I don’t mind fucking you.” You tell her. “But luckily I got blessed in that department and they only last 4 days, and I started yesterday.” You add. “So I’ll be good to go on Saturday.”

“That’s good. Would you like to come over tonight?” She asks and you nod before you both finally walk into the school.

“Sure, right after school or right before bedtime?” You ask her.

“Right before bedtime.” She tells you and you nod.

“I’ll be there.” You say as you both reach the breakroom.

“Oh Y/n! Come here.” Jacob says as soon as he sees you and you walk over to them.

“We were just discussing what my Halloween costume should be.” Janine says and shows you three costumes.

“So do you have another date with Y/n on Saturday?” Barb asks Melissa and she nods.

“At 7.” Melissa tells her.

“You might be only… what did you call it? Casual dating?” Barb asks and Melissa nods. “But you’ve only been on a date with one other person. And I know you must be getting more people asking you out as I hear that notification for the apps going off at home every 5 minutes.” Barb tells her.

“I’ve gotten asked by a few men but I said no.” Melissa confesses.

“And why’s that?”

“Because I’m scared. I know they’re different people but Joe was a man, and I just feel more comfortable around women right now.” Melissa tells her and Barb rubs her shoulder to provide her best friend with comfort.

“Whatever is helping you then just do that. Whether I agree with it or not.” Barb tells her and Melissa nods.

“I take it you don’t agree with me casually dating people?”

“Not really, but I’ve also been married for 30 years so that was a different time.” Barb says and Melissa nods.

“It sure was. It seemed much simpler at the time but not as much fun.” Melissa says and Barb nods.

“It was simpler. Now there’s all these different things that people do and I’m wondering how people fit all of it into their schedules.” Barb says and Melissa chuckles.

“I think it’s fun, Y/n has been showing me all these different things that people are doing and I’m enjoying it.” Melissa says and Barb hums.

“Hey you two.” You say as you slide into the free seat at their table.

“Oh, speak of the devil.” Melissa says and you look at her amused.

“Were you talking about me, Melissa? Should I be flattered?” You ask her and she rolls her eyes.

“Was there something you needed?” She asks and you nod.

“Well, me, Jacob and Janine were thinking of doing an escape room on Friday and we wanted to invite you both with us.” You ask them and they look at you confused.

“What’s an escape room?” Melissa asks you.

“You’ve never done an escape room before?” Jacob asks her as they were both listening.

“I’m guessing it’s something youse kids do now.” Melissa says and you nod.

“It’s so much fun! Ok so we pick whatever storyline they have and they lock you in a room for an hour and you have to figure out all these clues and try to escape before the hour is up.” You explain to them and they’re both looking at you with surprised expressions. “It’s a lot of fun, it’s a huge puzzle. And they’re more fun with more than 3 people.” You say to them.

“Well I’ll pass.” Barb says.

“You know what, I’ll come.” Melissa says and you smile at her.

“Perfect! We’ll have four people.” Janine says and high fives Jacob as Ava walks in.

“Ava, want to do an escape room with us this Friday?” You ask her.

“You kidding? I don’t want to spend any more time with you losers than I have to.” She says as she makes her coffee and you shrug.

“It’s gonna be a lot of fun, you won’t regret it Melissa!” You tell her and then go back to the table with Janine and Jacob.

“Trying new things or trying to be around her as much as possible?” Barb asks her and Melissa looks at her.

“I’m trying new things, just trying to have a life.” Melissa defends herself. “Oh by the way, I have my first court date to try and file the divorce. It’s not this Sunday but next and was wondering if you can come with me.” Melissa asks Barb.

“Of course, whatever time it’s at, I’m there.” Barb immediately says and Melissa nods.

“Thank you. I just don’t really want to see Joe by myself.” She says and takes a deep breath.

“You don’t have to. And maybe invite Y/n as well, double the support.” Barb tells her.

“I don’t know. I don’t know if I want to invite her even more into my mess of a life.”

“Melissa, she’s the one who helped you escape this relationship, I’m sure she wouldn’t mind seeing it end.” Barb reassures her.

“I’ll think about it.” Melissa says.

“When are you meeting with a lawyer?” Barb asks.

“Tomorrow after school. I just want a divorce and the house, nothing else.” Melissa tells her.

Melissa finds herself watching you throughout the day and can’t help but get turned on. Even though she gave herself an orgasm last night, she can’t wait until you come over. She can’t help but look at your lips and want to kiss them, or even your neck as it’s on full display today. She can see just the top of your boobs and can’t wait to touch them. She happened to be grading some work when she sees you across the hall writing something on the board and she trails her eyes up your entire body and unconsciously rubs her thighs together.

“Ms. Schemmenti?” One student says as he’s right at her desk and she jumps a little.

“Yes?” She asks him.

“I need a little help with question four.” He tells her and she then immediately starts helping him with the problem.

At the end of the day, she was so pent up from staring at you all day and thinking about having sex with you that she couldn’t wait until tonight. When your last student left, she took your hand and dragged you into your classroom, she shut the door, trapped you against the wall and kissed you.

“Oh, what’s got you so excited today?” You ask her and she hums before she kisses your neck.

“Was thinking of all the things you could do to me and this body that I love to touch.” She tells you and you giggle.

“Well I could come over earlier.” You tell her.

“Actually I was thinking maybe I could get my vibrators and come to your place. Since your roommate doesn’t get home for another hour and a half.” She says.

“Well I definitely won’t say no to that.” You tell her and she smiles.

“I’ll be there in about 40 minutes.” She says before she gives you one last kiss and then leaves.

“Oh god, this woman is gonna be the death of me.” You mutter to yourself before you leave.

You get home and you quickly get changed into something more comfortable as you are starting to get cramps. You take some Advil and get changed into some leggings. The Advil kicks in as soon as Melissa is knocking on your door and there couldn’t have been better timing.

“Hey Me-” You get cut off as her lips are on yours as soon as you open the door. She kisses you with such force that you end up backing up a bit and you hear the door closed and realise she closed it with her foot.

“Sorry, I’m just so pent up that I can’t wait.” She tells you and you smile before you bring her up to your bedroom.

“Did you bring the vibrators?” You ask her and she nods before she goes in her purse and pulls them out. She hands them to you and you look at them before smiling.

“Ok, these are easy to use but I don’t mind giving you an example as to how they should feel.” You say and she lets out a small whine.

“Get on the bed.” You tell her. “And remove all your clothes.” You add and she does as you say.

“Can you remove yours as well? I like skin to skin.” She says and you nod.

“Of course.” You say and you both remove all your clothes, with the exception of your underwear for the obvious reason. “Now the thing about the rabbit is you have to be wet so it can slide inside you.” You explain to her as you get between her legs. You then look at her centre and see how wet she is already. “You have been pent up all day, haven’t you?” You ask her and she nods.

“I was imagining you touching me and making me come all day.” She admits and you smirk.

“Oh, I’ll be doing both.” You tell her as you bend down and kiss her neck. You start sucking in a spot that she can cover up with her hair and she starts squirming underneath you, wanting to be fucked. You then leave a trail of kisses from her neck to her boobs where you wrap your mouth around her nipple. She starts moaning underneath you as you swirl your tongue around her hardened nipple while playing with the other one.

“Y/n, Y/n, please, I need you.” She says breathlessly.

“I need to give your other nipple the same treatment, keep it balanced.” You say and she whines and places her head back on the pillow. She then gasps as you start sucking her other nipple and runs her fingers through your hair.

“Oh god, I can’t take it anymore.” She says and tries to move her hand to her clit but you slap her hand away. “Please.” She begs. You scoot down so you’re sitting in between her legs and grab one of the rabbits. You decide to use the one with the ears instead of the one without the ears. You slowly slide the dildo part inside of her and she gasps. You make sure the smaller part is on her clit before you turn it on. “Oh my god!” She screams out as she feels the vibration on her clit and inside of her at the same time.

“How does that feel?” You ask her, already knowing the answer.

“Oh god, so fucking good.” She says. You then start moving the dildo inside of her, making sure to keep the smaller part on her clit. “Oh cazzo!” She screams out and you smirk. “I’m already so close, please touch me.” She says, almost out of breath.

You start playing with one of her boobs with your free hand while still moving the vibrator in and out of her. You see her legs start to shake before she grabs your hand and squeezes it and then she gasps as she comes. You take the dildo out of her and push the smaller part in her, getting the ears to stimulate inside of her, on her g-spot. You see her grabbing the bed frame and holding onto it for dear life as her second orgasm is already building. She then grabs onto your arm and pushes you down on top of her and kisses you as she’s about to come. You turn the vibration up and she gasps into the kiss as she comes again. You don’t stop, you turn the speed up again and her legs start moving like crazy from the over stimulation.

“Oh, Y/n, I can’t take it.” She says and you kiss her.

“Just relax.” You say softly and she moans into the kiss and you feel her relax before she tenses up and comes again. You turn the vibrator off and pull it out of her as her orgasm washes all over her and she tries to catch her breath. You quickly put a robe on and go downstairs to get her some water before running back up. “Here.” You say to her and hand her the water bottle.

“Thanks.” She says as she takes it and drinks half of it before putting it on the nightstand and laying back on the bed. “Come here.” She says and pats the spot next to her. You lay down next to her and she nuzzles her head on your chest and wraps an arm around you.

“How do you feel?” You ask her as you stroke her head.

“I feel great, that was intense but so good.” She says and you hum. “I really needed that, thank you.” She tells you and you kiss her forehead. She closes her eyes when you did that and she can’t help but feel butterflies in her stomach.

“You already knew how to use them didn’t you?” You ask her.

“Ya, I read the instructions and I asked the worker there.” She tells you and you laugh.

“You don’t have to make up excuses for wanting me to use a vibrator on you, you can just ask.” You say.

“It’s more fun to make up excuses though, feels more rebellious.” She says and you chuckle.

“So you’re a little rebellious fiery redhead. That just makes you even hotter.” You tell her and she chuckles.

“You like the badasses?” She asks and you hum.

“Seems so, who would have thought?” You say and she looks up at you.

“I had my suspicions.” She says and you laugh before locking eyes with her. She looks into your eyes and sees them shining as you look at her. Without thinking she grabs your head and kisses you.

“Are you turned on again?” You ask her and she shakes her head.

“Just want to make out with you, if that’s ok.” She says and you nod.

“More than ok.” You tell her before kissing her. She places her hands on the side of your head and you bring her leg onto yours as you’re both facing each other. You both break apart when air is needed and you just stare at her and see how vulnerable she is right now. “You’re so beautiful.” You tell her softly and tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. She leans into your touch before a realisation dawns on her and she snaps her eyes open.

“I just remembered something I gotta do, some grading.” She says as she gets up and starts getting dressed.

“What?” You ask as it was so sudden.

“I got some grading, my little eagles will want the work back tomorrow.” She tells you as she puts her bra on. She then slides her pants on and looks around for her shirt. “Where’s my shirt?” She asks.

“Right in front of you.” You say confusingly as she didn’t see it. “Are you ok?” You ask her after she puts her shirt on and she looks at you.

“Ya, why?”

“Just, it was so sudden, that’s all.” You tell her.

“Well I forgot about it until just now.” She explains and you hum but still remain unconvinced. She puts the vibrators back into her purse and then she walks out of your room. You still have your robe on so you follow her out to the front door.

“I’ll see you at school tomorrow.” You tell her and she looks at you and nods.

“Yep, see you tomorrow.” She says before giving you a kiss and walking quickly to her car.

You watch as she pulls out and then drives down the street until she’s out of sight. Melissa pulls up the driveway of Barb’s house and just sits there in her car. She contemplates what happened before she realised she had to get out of your house, out of your touch.

“Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!” She curses as she hits the steering wheel. She then gets her phone out and looks at a picture of you and she takes a deep breath as a tear falls down her cheek. “Y/n, I love you too.”

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[starwarsmum]

Chapter 2 is up!

Dick sighed and leaned back into the first class plane seat. Jason had been bugging him to come to Paris with him since the end of the year, and had even bought him plane tickets as part of his Christmas present. He had also insisted on accompanying him, which was…suspicious. He was confident it wasn't a matter for their alter egos or they would have just taken the tubes over.

He glanced over at Jason, trying to scrutinise him in the dim light of the cabin. They had begun their flight in the early hours of the evening in Gotham which meant that the sky was only just beginning to lighten in the early morning of Paris. The broad man was snoring comfortably in the seat next to his, the white tuft in his hair almost glowing in the darkness.

As the plane landed, Jason stretched and bolted upright, practically springing to collect his luggage. Dick was concerned - Jason never got excited over a holiday, unless it was a cover for one of their ‘nightly activities’. But Jason had promised him that there would be no need for Nightwing or Red Hood to make an appearance. 

“Hell, Paris apparently has its own heroes, I'd hate to tread on their toes, ya know?” Jason said, apparently in good humour as they waited for their car to be available. Ever since the…disagreement, Dick and Jason had avoided using any of Bruce's resources. “Besides, it's all magical bullshit around here. Way above my pay grade.”

“You really did your research before we came, huh,” Dick marveled, sliding into the passenger seat as Jason took charge. He had apparently made an itinerary, starting with a trip to a famous pastry shop. “Are you sure I can't just look at what you have planned?”

“Nope,” Jason grinned, the car smoothly moving away from the lot. “I hope you've been brushing up on your French, Dickie. You're gonna need it.”

As they approached the corner that housed that patisserie, Dick saw a bustle of activity. Checking the time, he saw that it was just before 8:30, meaning that the school across the street was a hive of activity. There was less of a queue in the bakery thanks to the time and they waited patiently, eyeing up the various goods.

“Bonjour, ” came the jaunty welcome from the petite Asian woman. She was older and had a motherly look, smiling pleasantly as she waited for their order. Dick smiled back at her before ordering.

“Bonjour, madame, nous voudrions deux croissants chocolats et douze macarons, s'il vous plaît.” The woman smiled and rang them up before moving around to collect their order. As she did, Jason stepped forward as well.

“Pardonnez-moi, vous êtes Sabine?” Dick looked at Jason, bewildered, even as the woman - Sabine, apparently - responded cautiously yes. “Awesome, uh, nous sommes ici pour visiter Marinette, ou est elle?” Sabine nodded in understanding, brightening as she handed over their goods. She let them know that Marinette was over at the park nearby. Thanking her for the baked goods and her time, the pair made their way out of the bakery.

“Jason, what on earth was that about?” Dick demanded, as soon as they were out of earshot of the woman. He let out a noise of frustration at Jason's shrug and secretive smile. “Seriously, is Marinette a new girlfriend or something? Is that why you insisted on coming and dragging me all the way to Paris?”

“Listen, all good things come to those who wait, Dickie-bird. Look, there she is now. Marinette!” He hollered the last part, waving and grinning broadly at a small woman, similar but younger to the woman at the bakery. Dick saw her look up and smile, balancing something on her lap. Something that looked suspiciously like a small child, with dark hair

“Jason, why do you know a French woman with a baby ?” Dick was panicking, he could feel it. Had Jason somehow fathered a child in France? Was this a trip so that Dick could meet his new niece or nephew? “Jason, I swear to God, if you had a kid and didn't tell any of us, I will disown you .”

“Bonjour, vous êtes Monsieur Grayson, non?” Dick's eyes were huge as the woman approached, and they were glued to the bundle in her arms. When he didn't say anything, she cleared her throat and tried again. “ Pardon, I am Marinette, and this is Penélope. It is a pleasure, Monsieur Grayson. ”

“I- I think I'm going to pass out,” he whispered, feeling overwhelmed. “Jay, seriously, how could you not tell us? I'm not sure I can actually disown you, but this is big.”

“Penny's not my kid, Dick,” he said, but he did reach out for the wriggly bundle when Marinette held her out. “Marinette is more like…a little sister. Don't worry, little one,” he cooed down at the baby girl, eyes full of wonder. “Uncle Jason is here now.”

“ Oui, par mariage, ” Marinette snorted, rolling her eyes at the man. “Sorry, Monsieur Grayson, I'm sure you are very confused but I had to meet you before we could discuss anything in more detail. Mon mari , he is just being cautious.”

“Someone is being cautious…by sending you to meet me with your kid?”

“Because, I am not the one in danger of being hurt, oiseau, ” she said firmly. At his look of further confusion, she sighed and stepped towards him. “My husband, he has come very far in the years I have known him but he is worried that you will be angry with him. Il est fragile, and I will not allow you to hurt him if it can be avoided.”

“Pfft, fragile, sure,” Jason snorted, although he looked apologetic when Marinette glared at him. “Sorry Mari, but he hasn't changed enough for me to say he's fragile . Look, Dick's getting riled up and he is supposed to be here on holiday, I promise that he's not going to hurt him. He is the very last person in the world that Dick would hurt.”

Dick's eyes snapped up at that, widening as he gazed at Penélope, noting her slightly darker skin and just how dark her hair was. “No,” he whispered, looking up hopefully at Jason. “You found him?”

“Yes, Grayson, he did,” came a deep voice from behind him and Dick span so fast he almost pirouetted. He drank in the sight of his brother, tears springing to his eyes before he stepped forward and grabbed him into a hug. Damian sighed and patted his back, eyes suspiciously bright. 

“ Mon dieu, you brothers are so emotional,” Marinette said cheekily, taking Penélope back from Jason. Damian gave her a mock glare before pulling back from Dick and giving him a smile. “ Parfait, maintenant, can we go back to our home? I am sure Penny would like to have her breakfast and a nap.” 

Damian relieved Marinette of the job of carrying Penélope and she fell into step beside Jason, chattering about their Christmases. Dick felt his nerves come back with a vengeance. Damian seemed at ease, bouncing his daughter as he stepped.

“I am sorry for the cloak and dagger, Grayson. Marinette is, understandably, wary of our family. She only knows what I have told her, and what she has gathered during our time together. She also knows that nobody has come to see us in that time, and it makes her nervous that you have now come.”

“We didn't know where you were, lil D,” Dick said softly. He had always been gentle with Damian and it stayed true, even now. “I swear to you, we looked. We spent a solid month trying to find you, and even after that we kept trying. You didn't take the…usual transport for going abroad, none of your aliases were in use, and Jon said he didn't know where you had gone, only that you had told him you needed to go. I didn't even know you were gone until I returned from my case, and I'd lost 3 weeks alone to that.”

“Tt, Jason told us. He has assured us that it was a random piece of luck that led to him finding us, and has promised that we may reconnect with whom we choose at our own pace. But he did ask that he be able to tell you first. Now, let us go inside and we can settle Penny. Marinette, mon amour, will you start the coffee?”

“Bien sûr, tu veux un thé, mon chéri? ” She replied, setting up a highchair at a dining table towards the back of the room. He confirmed and she twisted her way into the kitchen, humming softly. They could hear her clattering in the kitchen, making Penélope gurgle and clap. Damian smiled at the child indulgently and placed her in the chair. “ Son petit déjeuner, Damian, elle a très faim. Tu en veux?"

Dick was in awe. The little family was clearly practiced in their morning routine, Damian taking charge of feeding his daughter - his daughter, Dick's baby brother had a kid - whilst Marinette made coffee and tea. When had his brother become so domestic? Just how much had changed when he had left home? He wanted to know everything.

“Dames, I'm so happy for you,” Dick burst out, brimming with pride, tempered by his sadness at having missed it. “You have a beautiful family but how…when did you meet? Where did you go after everything with…I just wish I had been there for you.”

Damian shrugged, although his shoulders tightened slightly. “I cannot say what would have been better, but I am happy with my life here, Grayson. Marinette has been a blessing, in many ways. She has helped me heal from things I did not know were hurting me, and she has blessed me with my own family. I would not change where I have come to.”

“Such a serious talk,” Marinette said, bustling into the room with a tea tray, weighed down with coffee, tea, milk sugar and some baked confectionaries. Jason whooped and took a seat at the table, leaving both the seat next to Damian, and the one next to Penny, free. “ Monsieur Grayson, you cannot change what Damian has been through and I would not want you to have stopped him coming to me. It is natural to want him to have never been hurt, mais if he had never left, I would never have found l’amour de ma vie. ”

“ Un conversation serieux, elle a dit, ” Damian said mockingly, making Marinette flush prettily. “Marinette, my love, you cannot say that and then follow up with an even more serious conversation.”

“ Silence, mon coeur,” she said severely. “Anyway, you wanted to know how we met, non ? Would you like to tell the story, or shall I?” Damian snorted and waved a hand to indicate that she should continue. “ D’accord , so I met Damian perhaps a month after he arrived in Paris…”

* Flashback 

It was getting dark, the summer day bleeding into a warm summer night. Marinette had been walking down a side street after meeting with Adrien. She had been prepared for the day to run longer than he had promised but it was still later than she had hoped to be walking home. She kept her head down and scurried across the next alley.

She heard a sound, a fleshy thud and a grunt, and she automatically turned towards it, hand coming up to touch her earrings. She saw the shapes of 2 men grappling and sprinted towards them, calling out as she did. As she reached them, she forced her way between them, shoving back the larger of the two as she stood over the prone form of the second.

“ Arrêtez, quoi tu fais? ” She demanded, meeting the man's eye. He let out an impatient noise before gesturing to a woman who was cowering behind a large bin. Her eyes widened and she looked back at the man on the floor, who was groaning and trying to get up. “ Merde, un voleur? Désolée, je ne savais pas. Ca va? ”

“Tt, je suis bien ,” the man said, his voice deep and annoyed. “ Il ne m’a pas vu avant je lui ai frappé. Il n’a pas utilisé son couteau .”

Marinette gave the man a long look, wondering whether she could turn her back on him long enough to use the restraints she carried with her. She decided that he had already helped one woman, she might as well put a little trust his way. She pulled out her phone and called the police, securing the other man's hands as she did so, speaking in rapid fire French. 

And then she went to the woman and spoke softly, reassuring her that all was well and that she could relax. The man continued to watch her, eyes sharp.

*End flashback

“...and after that, we exchanged numbers. He clearly knew what he was doing, the man had hardly a scratch other than being passed out. He seemed surprised by how I handled the problem, but not unhappy. Running into that alley was the best choice I have made, pour ma vie entier ” she beamed, turning her bright eyes back towards her husband.

“Tt, I think you could have done slightly better than a man who had scarcely a penny to his name and none to call a friend. And I know many of your friends agree,” Damian added grumpily, beginning to clean Penélope as she had finished her meal. 

“Well, I cannot help you, and other people, being wrong, Damian,” Marinette shrugged, standing and taking hold of Penélope. “ Maintenant, please excuse me, I must try to get her to sleep. She is unbearable sans her nap.”

“She will be several minutes, Penny struggles to sleep when we have guests,” Damian mused, the corners of his lips turning up slightly as he watched her go. His finger began turning one of his rings before he stilled and turned back to Jason and Dick.

“She's wonderful, baby bird,” Dick said softly, seeing the love she had for his brother. He ached to have missed so much - his first real relationship, how he had grown, his wedding - but he was relieved that Damian had had the chance to experience it all. He was grateful that someone as loving as Marinette had seen something in Damian and then stayed with him. “I can tell you love her very much, and she loves you too.”

“Oh, yeah, these two are disgustingly sappy. Even just through video chat they could rot teeth,” Jason joked, looking around instead of at either of his brothers. They passed more of the time, catching up on the changes in Dick and Damian's lives. They talked about Mar’i and Kor’i, Damian's job, their weddings…Dick had squealed when Damian pulled out his wedding album to show them.

“Holy shit, is that Jagged Stone?” Jason's voice was hushed but undeniably excited. “No way no way no way , you did not have Jagged Stone at your wedding .”

“He was not my guest, Todd. My wife has many connections, and Jagged insisted on providing the entertainment for the evening portion of the celebration.” At Dick and Jason's slack jaws, he snorted. “Marinette is a world acclaimed fashion designer, she is notable for making pieces for the eccentric musician, and when he heard that his ‘niece’ would be married, he insisted.”

“Hold up, Jagged Stone’s niece…famous designer…are you saying that you married MDC?! But…but Timmy has a contract with you! He is forever rubbing it in our faces that he gets to commission MDC originals, I'm pretty sure it's his only joy at this point, and you're telling me that your wife is the reason he gets to do that? That's so unfair! We've been in touch for nearly 2 months and you didn't think to tell me?”

“This is why he couldn't get you to relocate, isn't it?” Dick said to Marinette as she stepped lightly back into the room. “He's been so upset that he couldn't get you to move to Gotham but you wouldn't, because Damian would never.”

“Non , it was not Damian's decision. I think that he would go anywhere with me if I thought it would be good for us, but I would never wish to hurt him like that. Besides,” she added, in an attempt to lighten the mood, “I have the feeling that Monsieur Drake would monopolise my time if I was that close, and oncle Jagged would never forgive me.”

It was many hours later, and several giant yawns from Dick, that they admitted they needed to get to their hotel. Marinette said goodbye warmly, promising that Damian and Penélope would be available for the rest of their trip, even though she had work to do.

“There will be other visits where I can spend time with you all, but I think it best that Damian be allowed time with ses frères without me worrying over you all. I only ask, Dick, that you respect our decision not to involve Monsieur Wayne . I would never ask you to lie to him, but I must insist that you only give him information that he specifically asks for.”

Dick swore that he would keep the information to himself, although he begged to be able to tell Kor’i, which Marinette readily agreed to. 

“Thank you, Jay,” Dick said, on the drive to their hotel. “No, seriously, this is the best Christmas present I have ever received.”

“So you're not mad that I didn't tell you sooner? Good,” he sighed when Dick shook his head, “because Mari straight up terrifies me.”

Chapter 3

[orchid-mantis-petals]

WHEN HOME BEOMES YOU CHAPTER 10

/ Hello!! Hi!! As promised here is chapter 10. A few notes before we begin!! Next week is my official work change. Barring any health problems or life problems Saturday Night, around 8-10 MST will be the drop day from now on.

/ I will do my best to drop a note to tell you all what is happening. Anyway I will stop rattling on now.

/ My usual thanks go to @maximumkillshot and @taeminsung for all your help and ideas for this chapter.

/ Genre: Angst, FLUFF, crack, comfort

/ Warnings: talks of past, PTSD, talk of panic attack, past chapter incident, swearing, throwing snow??, Throwing shade (Seungmin, and reader) oh yeah and swearing

/ Summary:

“Whatever Seungmin,” the older shook his head as he went to switch up the settings on the ball machine. In the hour they had been there had been no one else in the space. It was nice, Seungmin liked the silence of it. But he knew it wouldn’t last forever. Not long after he switched the settings the door opened up as another person came in to bat just a few cages down.

It was nice to have time at the main JYP building before your work schedule began. When Lee Know parked the car you were quick to bid them farewell. After the near 30 minutes you’d spent in that detective's office then to admit some of it to Felix and Minho. You needed a breather, your gym session was overdue. But your bag was at home in your apartment. So you didn’t really have a change of clothes. It was there you found yourself with a coffee in hand at the top of the company building as you looked over the city. From your apartment you mostly saw the mornings, the evenings this city had. It felt strange to have time to witness it in the midday. You shivered as a cool breeze licked your neck, winter was only a few weeks away. But her approach was fast. Felix and Hyunjin had rattled on about the snow and how pretty it looked over Korea. In their excitement you found yourself giddy to see it with them this year. You sipped at your coffee as your solitude gained company. You knew who it was before they stood beside you, trauma is funny like that. Just the cadence of someone’s steps is recognizable to the person. “Hello Chan,” there was a chuckle before his frame took residence beside you. “Who blabbed??”

“Felix, he was just worried about you. We all are,” you sighed as you finally turned to look at him. It was true, the face he wore was one you’d call worry. Eyes wide, eyebrows quirked in different positions his body leaned toward you as his entire attention now belonged to this conversation. And ideally, toward you.

“I’m okay Chan, it’s just. It’s a lot to process. Years of my life packed away in a box. I’ve protected that box for a long while. To finally hand it, and essentially my life over to another person. It’s a lot to handle,” Chan nodded. You knew he understood in his own way what you had gone through. Maybe not in the same light but he did understand. “I talked a little bit about my sister today. It’s been a very long time since I’ve have,”

“Do you want to talk about her more??”

“Yeah..yeah..Chan you would have loved her. She was this beautiful bright woman. She always chased her dreams and strived to make this world a better place. I loved to watch her work. In a way Chan you’re a lot like her,” he only listened, to which you appreciated when you were done talking he scooped you into a side hug. It was nice to lean into someone as you let go once more. The rest of the day went just as easy, the boys kept close. Felix had said something to them, what you didn’t know. But every chance they were given your usual trio was stuck to your side like glue. Changbin not far off as he watched your every reaction. It was nice. When you finally made it home and plopped into bed you were exhausted. Before you fell asleep you checked schedules for the next day. It was good to see that the boys were provided a free day to just relax. You, yourself, had the day off effectively before schedules ramped up. Your last task for the night before you forgot was to send a text to Himora so he had a way to contact you regarding your case. He was quick to respond, his statement that he would have further info for you in the next coming days.

**** **** **** ****

“Come on Seungmin we have the day off, why couldn’t you do this alone??”

“From what I remember Innah you asked me to teach you baseball, how I teach you is not really up for debate,” Seungmin stood in the doorway of the dorm as he waited for the youngest member to get his shoes on so they could go out. It was clear I.N. had regretted asking the slightly older male to teach him how to properly play baseball. Sure, they could have slept in a few hours longer before they ventured out. But Seungmin didn’t want to spend all day at the batting cage. A few hours in the morning with lunch to end the activity was the best he could manage. There were things in his own personal time he wanted to take care of. So he dragged the youngest team member from his bed at Seven am to go out and get it done.

“If I had known you’d drag me out of bed this early I would have told you nevermind,”

“You learn better in the morning, Innie,” Seungmin tossed him a water bottle and bag before he walked out the front door to the cars. The younger just behind him on his heels. Lee Know was kind enough to loan his car for the day, with the ask that they didn’t trash it. Seungmin agreed to not eat in the vehicle to keep the trash down. His regular batting cage place was always open this early, if they happen to not be they always made an exception for Seungmin, a regular and favorite of theirs. He suspected it was due to the fact that he tipped well to keep his identity secret. When they arrived he practically dragged I.N. into the building for the younger had fallen asleep in the car on the way. They bypassed equipment rental, Seungmin had enough for both of them to use. Once set up in their spot he gave I.N. the instructions on what to do. He watched as the younger worked hard to get it right. It took some time, but in an hour Seungmin saw progress in the younger man. “See now, was that so hard??”

“Whatever Seungmin,” the older shook his head as he went to switch up the settings on the ball machine. In the hour they had been there had been no one else in the space. It was nice, Seungmin liked the silence of it. But he knew it wouldn’t last forever. Not long after he switched the settings the door opened up as another person came in to bat just a few cages down. As the person passed by Seungmin was quick to recognise it was you who had entered the building. He strangely had come to know you by the sound of your walk, how you look as you pass by or walk in front of him. Psychologists often say it can be a sign of trauma, or a response to trauma in your life. What trauma Seungmin didn’t know. More often than not he was just an observer, one to take in all the details from a distance and keep them to himself. Or used as prime blackmail against his favorite people. He would call it his love language, others say its torture. Either way, he observed. His attention was now divided between I.N. and you, one cage away from them. He watched as you stretched and set up. Then he’d turn to Innah and instruct him on what to do next.

It was after another hour that he decided he’d had enough. He could tell from how you stood, your weight distribution, stance, even your bat hold. All of it was near perfect, yet every time the ball was ejected from the machine you missed. “Seungmin??”

“Mm hold on Innie,” he stepped out of their cage and made moves toward you. “Pack up we’re going,” he turned off the machine before he walked over toward your cage. He knew you were aware of their presence. So when he stepped up to your area and cut the power to your machine you just sagged the bat dropped to your side. Felix had told them all to be kind to you. Not that he had plans to hurt you. But whatever the sun wants he gets. There was mention you had injured your hands in a panic attack. Seungmin knew there was more to the story. That Felix had said something beyond the panic attack to the three oldest of their group but he didn’t pry. It wasn’t his place. “Let me see your hands,” he didn’t ask, maybe his approach was harsh but he didn’t care. There was a thought to ask you, to rearrange his phrase so he was gentler with you. But it was hard when he knew you were hurt, to Seungmin that was enough. He just wanted to help in his own strange way.

“What??” Your voice was so quiet it tugged at Seungmin’s heart. He felt his guts twist up a little at the sound.

“Hands,” he took your hands into his, he was so careful as he pulled your gloves off. He watched your every flinch and twitch. Once the gloves were off he sighed. The bandages over your hands were splotchy and red from your cuts. “Alright, let’s go get lunch I’ll bandage you up in the car,” he took you by the wrist and dragged you with your belongings where he and I.N. had been. The younger boy was quick to take your wrist from him to allow Seungmin the chance to grab the last of their things and pay. “Take her to the car,” he told the maknae as he went to pay for both your and their time at the cage. The big tip included at the end. He thanked the staff with a small bow before he wandered outside to find you and I.N. at the car. Without a word he threw open the trunk and piled all of the bags into the back while he searched for the first aid kit he knew Lee Know kept in there. Once it was found he waved you over. His brain was so set on helping you he hadn’t realized how you felt as he caged you against the trunk of the suv before he literally lifted you by the hips to sit in the open back of the car. Seungmin was on autopilot as he removed your old bandages. He inspected the cuts to be sure none were infected before he recleaned and bandaged them up.

“Jeez Minnie, I see you’ve been hitting the gym with Binnie,” his cheeks flamed red at Innie’s words and the realization at what he’d just done.

“Sorry,” he grumbled as he backed off of you. He was sure his ears were bright red as he helped you down from the car. “I didn’t..”

“It’s okay Minnie,” your voice was so light as you teased. “You were only trying to help. Bin will be happy to know his hard work is paying off,” he scoffed and playfully shoved you to I.N. before he cleaned up the mess and closed the car.

“Alright you weirdos let’s get lunch,” the three of you piled into the car with one thought in mind, food. To fill your empty stomachs with something delicious and maybe a little greasy. It would fit the theme for the day. Seungmin didn’t let either of you choose where you’d eat, just that you would have something to eat. He dragged you both to a small local Ramen spot that had a variety of egg topping choices and his favorite fruit salad bar. “Driver picks the meal,” he stated as though you or Innah would protest his choice. Neither of you did, in fact the meal was the perfect amount of filling and greasy that he desired.

“We should go do karaoke,” Innie suggested between mouthfuls of food. “I want to hear Y/N sing for once,”

“I promise, you don’t,” you laughed, it was a sound Seungmin strangely loved. He’s heard it often over the month and a half he’d come to be in your presence. It was so loud and unique to you. When he heard it he couldn’t help but laugh along with you.

“I’m sold. Karaoke after lunch,” he decided, sure you could decline, take a cab home but there was a smile on your face that proved to say otherwise.

“Don’t cry for your poor choices Kim Seungmin,”

“I never cry over a choice I make,” he challenged as he paid the bill for lunch earning a scowl from you as you lifted your wallet for him to see. “What?? I’m just faster,”

“We’ll have to see about that,” you laughed as the waiter took his card. Seungmin fell silent as you chatted with I.N. again he just pondered and observed, he’d noticed over the last couple weeks you’d seemed so tired and run down. Yesterday at the photo shoot you had been so quiet, outside your usual chit chat with Felix or Hyunjin. When he watched them come close to you he noticed you actually for once clung to them. You had even sought the attention of Lee Know at one point. It was different to see you act in such a way. He didn’t dwell on it too much, not when he saw the light had begun to come back to your eyes since he had taken you away from the batting cages. He hoped karaoke would also make you smile and laugh for him. When lunch was finished the three of you drove to a karaoke place just down the street from your apartment. Ever the practical person Seungmin had chose this place on purpose. Especially when he learned you walked to the batting place. He was happy to have been the chauffeur for the day’s activities if it made you and Innah smile for him. He thought back to when he spoke to Felix, how honest he was with the Australian in how he felt about you. But the moment you let him take care of you, the moment he was hooked. Like the rest he wanted to know your darkest secrets. Why had you hid so much from them?? But he wouldn’t pry, no never. Not when he could see behind your strong facade, he could see the growing cracks in the mold of your well built walls. He feared that when the break occurred you’d be lost forever. Seungmin would try his best to keep that from happening to the best of his ability. When he parked the car you were the first out of it and into the building, he raised his brows quizzically at I.N. as they followed you in. “Ha!! Beat you to it!!” You cackled as you handed your card over to the desk clerk. Oh..how silly of him..he should have known you’d play this game to win.

“Had no idea you were so competitive. Game on Y/N,” he laughed as the clerk handed you a key card with a room number to your karaoke room. He followed at the back, I.N. just in front of him and you at the helm.

“Me?? Competitive?? Never??” There it was again, the butterflies in his tummy. He wanted to make you laugh forever.

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I.N. had come to adore you in their lives from day one. He was right there, right behind Han at that airport. One they’d frequented quite often when they traveled. Situations like that with fans were normal, sadly. It was a risk that came with the career. He knew that, yet each time something like that happened Innah could feel his body revolt. Felix and Han both told him that experience was anxiety. While sure his was only temporary to certain situations he could only imagine what it was like to experience that on the daily. His heart felt as though it had dropped out of his chest and dragged behind him for miles. It was only when your kind face came to check on him did he calm. You had made sure he wasn’t injured, that the woman who had tried to grab him never did. From that day on he trusted you with his whole heart. He’d later come to learn more about you and your life in America. They weren’t secrets persay, but it was so cool to talk to you without your trio at your side.

It had been the night before the flight back from Japan. He couldn’t sleep, nor could you, it seemed, as he found you on the rooftop balcony of the hotel two hours after all of you returned from the after party. When he settled beside you on the bench the two of you didn’t say a word for a long while. It was you who had broken the silence first.

“Can’t sleep??” He shook his head as he tipped it back to the sky. There weren't many stars he could see here in the city but the few he did always captured his attention. “Airport??” This time he nodded, his eyes moved to meet yours as you watched him quietly.

“I’m afraid. Last time was scary,” you nodded in understanding as you moved to settle his head on your shoulder.

“I understand but I promise it won’t happen this time. I can’t promise every time. But I can promise this time. I can walk you through the plan if that helps??” He nodded again, his head still gently nestled against your shoulder. “I have switched your flight to early morning so the crowds are smaller. I called the JYP PR team to have the old flight information released. Like last time I will have extra support from the airport staff to protect you. And I have switched you and Han to be closer to me,” it was simple. You threw everything into logic for him. All his worries ebbed away at that moment and he fell asleep against you. When he woke up the next morning he wasn’t sure how he ended up in his hotel bed but he didn’t question it. He was ready for whatever the day brought. That conversation had made him realize you were more than just a person he could trust. You were a friend. And maybe one day part of his small family. On the plane ride back to Korea you had sat with him and talked him through the plan for the airport back home. He felt so at ease around you. It reminded him of the times his mother would give him a lemon drop candy. The sour flavors always shocked his brain but the sweetness soothed it minutes after. His mother loved to give it to him when he ran around or rattled on about nonsense.. In a way you had replaced that candy with your own self. You had become his Lemon Drop, that soothed his anxious soul.

“Lemondrop..sing a duet with me??” This was the first time he'd called you that aloud. The others had nicknames for you so he figured why not give you one of his own?? Plus it was cute to see your cheeks flush pink at the name. He handed the machine to you. To pick a song to sing with him. He watched as you hesitated a moment before you picked a Song by Twice. It was so cute to watch you hold the microphone far away from your face barely singing the words to the song that you picked. He didn’t judge. In fact to ease your anxiety he sang loud and with a funny voice. You joined him in the silly antics as the song came to an end. You both laughed at the crappy score the machine gave you.

“My turn,” Seungmin stated as I.N. handed over the iPad to him to pick a song. It went on like that for a while. All of you picked songs back and forth for nearly an hour before I.N. had an idea.

“Minnie!! You should do a battle with Lemondrop,”

“I don’t see how that’s fair Innie..” you complained but reached the iPad to select a song either way. He laughed as Seungmin also selected a song to battle against you with. Second pick went first so both of you sat back to watch Seungmin sing. It never mattered if it was in a performance, the studio, or even karaoke Seungmin sang with his whole heart. He gave everything to the craft that he loved. I.N. adored him for that, he knew the rest of the members did too. It was because of him they all worked hard to be better. To do their best. The sparkle in your eyes gave away to Innah that his magic worked on you too. When it was your turn to sing unlike earlier this time you gave it your all. The song you picked was one of their own.

The opening notes to Cover Me blared over the speaker. He was shocked to say the least. You’d been so quiet when you sang earlier and Cover Me wasn’t an easy song of theirs. Yet as the lyrics displayed on the screen he saw your eyes were closed as you sang along to the music. His heart nearly stopped when you hit every note perfectly. It almost reminded him of the day Chan had Seungmin in the studio for his part. How he did his line in one perfect take. If you had any flaws in the way you sang their song he couldn’t tell. Silently he pulled out his phone from his pocket and hit record. He wanted to immortalize this moment forever if he could. When it came to Seungmin’s part he watched as your body relaxed to draw in enough energy to sing the note. And just like Seungmin you got it in one perfect try. Innah saw from the corner of the room his older member was shocked, jaw literally slacked at your ability. And when the song ended it wasn’t a surprise to either of them that you had beat Seungmin.

“What happened to ‘I can’t sing’??” The older mocked your earlier words with a slight pout on his face.

“I-I’m just as surprised as you are,” you laughed as you set down the microphone on the table. The youngest in the room was about to pick another song when his phone began to ring. It was Lee Know. He was quick to answer.

“Hey Hyung what’s up??” He shrugged to you and Seungmin as he settled into the couch.

“I’m here with Bin. I’m driving you two home it’s snowing,” At first I.N. questioned how he knew where they were but then he remembered Minho always put tracking on his devices in order to keep them safe.

“Okay, we’ll meet you out front. Oh. We have Y/N with us,”

“I didn’t see her motorcycle, it's unsafe to drive that thing in the snow..”

“Ah..Hyung no,” he laughed at how protective he’d become over you all of a sudden. “She walked to the batting place and we happened to be at the same one so we dragged her along with us,”

“Oh, I see,” there was a quick silence on the other line before Lee Know spoke again. “Bin can take her home. I'll drive you two,” he heard his other Hyung squawk in the background before there was some light rustling. He was sure the two were messing with one another before the line fell silent as the older had hung up.

“That was Minho Hyung. He and Bin Hyung are here. It’s snowing so they want to take us home. Lee Know is taking you and I,” he pointed to Seungmin. “And Binnie will take you,” he said as he addressed you. It wasn’t long after that all of you packed up your belongings and headed out the front door. He watched silently as you bid farewell to the desk clerk and thanked him for the great service. Just outside the door the three of you could see the large heavy snowflakes that cascaded down from the sky.

“Innie!! Dance with me!!” He followed you out into the sloshy wet snow to dance. Your twirling caught the attention of his Hyungs who parked beside Lee Know’s car. They stepped out to watch you two play in the snow.

“Careful Innah!!” The oldest sighed as he walked over to the two of you. He stopped to grab his Hyung.

“Minho!! She out-sang Seungmin,”

“Oh?? Did she now,”

“He’s exaggerating Lee Know,”

“Am not!! I have it on video!!” Innie pulled out his phone and played the video for the rest of them to hear.

“I can safely say you certainly out-sung the main vocalist of our team. Careful Seungmin we may have a new team member,”

“She’s too pretty to be on our team,” Seungmin smirked as he bumped his shoulder with yours. All the while they saw you smile. It was wide, wider than they’d seen in days. I.N. knew they all felt the very same way. If they could, they’d do anything to see you smile like that forever. He bid you farewell with a hug as Seungmin put your stuff into Bin’s car. There was a moment he felt your arms tighten around his before you let go. Sneakily he kissed your cheek before he ducked into Lee Know’s car. A half made snowball smacked the window seconds after. But all he did was laugh and laugh. He heard you laugh from the other side of the door. Lee Know rolled the window down a fraction of an inch to call out to you as you got into Changbin’s car.

“Hey Athena, you missed,” the world around the five of you erupted into fits of laughter, even Seungmin joined. I.N. held onto his smile from the moment he got home, to the moment he fell asleep. All of it because of you. Your bright eyes and brilliant smile. It lit a spark in him. In them all.

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[jgroffdaily]

Excerpts from Daniel Radcliffe's interview with the New York Times on 30 April.

Daniel Radcliffe caught the first batch of Tony nominations during the announcement at 8:30 a.m. He texted congratulations to his “Merrily We Roll Along” co-star Jonathan Groff, who was nominated for best actor in a musical.

But then dad duty called before his own category, featured actor in a musical, was announced at 9:00.

“I was in the middle of doing breakfast and trying to put my son down for his morning nap, so I got a text from a member of the cast letting me know I was nominated,” said the actor, 34, who stars as the lyricist and playwright Charley Kringas in the acclaimed revival of the 1981 Stephen Sondheim-George Furth musical, “Merrily We Roll Along.”

Radcliffe’s Tony nomination — for his fifth Broadway role since his 2008 debut in “Equus” — is the first of his career. And it’s extra special, he said in a phone conversation from his New York apartment on Tuesday, because not only Groff, but his other “Merrily” co-star, Lindsay Mendez, was also nominated, for featured actress.

“People in your line of work probably get bored of actors talking about how much they love each other, how much they enjoy working with each other,” said Radcliffe, who is best known for playing Harry Potter onscreen. “And we do say it a lot, but this group is really awesome — Lindsay, Jonathan, the whole cast. I feel so lucky.”

You recently were the ring bearer at Lindsay’s wedding, for which Jonathan served as the officiant. How did that come about?

It’s what I do in the show — when Jonathan and Katie Rose Clarke are getting married, I’m the ring bearer. So we were in Lindsay’s dressing room on the Saturday or Sunday before she got married, and she just offhandedly was like, “Would you be the ring bearer?” We found that funny. So I did! But also I suddenly went from going to a wedding with zero responsibilities to going and having to not screw something up; to not drop the rings and suddenly have them flying around Central Park! But it was fine.

All three of you have been with the show since its Off Broadway run in 2022. How has your performance grown and changed?

When we first met, we were getting on really well, but we were still getting to know each other, so we were having to act the friendship more. And now so much of it is just there. That’s not a feeling you get all the time as an actor. It’s rare, and I feel very lucky that I just have to look into Jonathan’s eyes or Lindsay’s eyes and get everything I need to get through whatever moment we’re doing.

What initially attracted you to the “Merrily” role?

When I saw this production in London, I had the reaction of going, “Oh, I’m really right for this part.” I could hear my voice in the character pretty early on. I love musical theater, but it’s not something I’ve done my whole life the way Jonathan and Lindsay have, so the vocal aspects and the musical aspects are the stuff I’ve really enjoyed, especially when the music is as incredible as Sondheim’s. “Franklin Shepard” in particular was pretty challenging to learn initially. But now that it’s in me, it’s incredibly fun.

There’s no challenge in musical theater like a Sondheim patter song.

The first few times I was doing it, it was genuinely terrifying. The one time Off Broadway where it kind of went wrong was one of the most terrifying things that’s ever happened to me onstage.

What happened?

I got ahead of the band by like half a beat, so I was out of sync with them for — it felt like 30 seconds, but it was probably less. Thankfully there are enough musical things happening in that song that I recognized one of them and was able to reorient myself.

Who is the person you’ve been most nervous to have come see the show?

Meryl Streep was in the audience one night, and I was very thrilled to find that out after the show was finished.

[pbandjesse]

I am back at camp. And my decision could be more positive I think it works really well today. Very tired right now but I had a really nice. One of the negativity that I had been feeling really transferred over to today. And I start with my boundaries I am setting have been respected. And I'm just feeling pretty good. Also just really excited to close my eyes.

Last night after I finished my post James would finish their podcast and would come give me the biggest hug and it was so nice. We would talk for a really long time and eventually they went to go to pizza and we just sent the night together and it was really really good. I told him about my plan to be more positive and they thought that was a good idea.

When I woke up in the morning James was right there getting ready to leave. They gave me a big hug and then they went to work. I was going to roll over and sleep longer but then I remembered I purposefully parked on the side of the street that we had to move the car by 8:00 a.m. for shoot cleaning or get $100 ticket so that I would force myself to wake up. And, under duress, I got up and got dressed and tried to shake off how tired I was.

It was very hard. I was not feeling 100%. But I really liked my outfit and my hair was doing good things and I was determined to be positive. I'm trying to stop frowning so much. I feel like I've been just frowning a lot and I catch myself doing it and I don't like it. So I am making a big effort to just have a neutral face if I'm not smiling.

I went and got breakfast and that was fine. And I saved my sandwich for lunch which I always think is a pretty good idea. And it was a nice drive. I listen to some music and I beat the drop off line once I got to camp.

I got up here around 8:30 and tidied up a little and put some stuff away. And kind of made a plan for what I was going to do. I had to do some prep work and I wasn't sure if Tatiana was coming. But I wanted to make sure I had stuff done just in case. And I figured when she came she could help me sleep and reset some of the cardboard and things would be productive.

And she would come and she was super helpful. I showed her the other loom and we worked on that for a while. I showed her the tools that you used to move the yarn around and I don't know if she's interested in using it but it was fun to have as an example.

And it would be a really nice day. Our first group was running late. Not shocked. So I was standing outside and I felt like I was very overcaffeinated this morning because I was flitting from one thing to the next. And I told Tatiana I felt like my brain was going a million miles a minute.

I went outside to see if anybody was coming and one of the girl groups was walking past and one of them just said oh my God you're so pretty. And I was like oh my God the first person to tell me that this summer. And the counselor and a couple of the kids go but we all know you're pretty so we don't have to tell you. And I'm like but no one has told me! And it just made me feel so good and when that little girl saw me later she said hello gorgeous. And I was like oh my God thank you so much.

So that brighten my day a lot. And I would have a really nice day. While my first group was late, they did a great job, Jorge was there and he loves arts and crafts so it means all the kids really excited to do arts and crafts. He is color blind so it was very cute when he came in to ask what color the yarn was in his hand. He was looking for red and he was playing with brown. And then he thought one was white it was actually pink. But we eventually figured it out and he was able to make the red white and black flag he wanted to make for the sports team he likes. I forget which one it was. It was soccer. You know, European Football.

I don't go to lunch. Instead I eat my egg sandwich in my outside hammock and read my book. While I was out there I heard voices in the art building and I knew Tati was in here. But it wasn't the group it was Joe and Alexi's dad and two electricians. Because Alexi's dad, Lou, apparently bought a new kiln or was given a kiln? And he wants to put it in the art building so we can do ceramics again. Which would be so cool but Alexi does not think will happen because this building is not insulated for that. It would get so hot in here. And that is correct. That is my concern. I don't know how big the kiln is he's talking about. But it would have to hold a lot of pieces I was assuming. It would be very cool to do though. Maybe sometime in the future.

In the meantime though I talked to Joe about flooding in the building and he has some ideas. He's not too worried about the structural stuff I think but at least we'll get some of the moisture out of here hopefully.

Good afternoon groups were great. The day camp group right after lunch was 15 minutes early again. But they were very chill about it and they took the kids down to the field. And they did a very good job with their little stick of looms that we made. Honestly I don't think the fabric looms work great. I don't know why because the Pinterest moms all said it was such a fun project. But I'm only having day camp one and two do it because I don't think they can handle the other one. The older kids can barely handle it. It's been very mixed. Most, like 99%, of the kids really like this project. It's just a couple that really don't get it or rushed through it because they want to be done cuz they're not interested. Fine I just don't like when they're disrespectful about it. Like I don't accept that everybody will love my projects all the time even if I would love for that to be the case. I just want them have a good time so as long as they tried we can move on. Like one boy absolutely hate leaving. And did not want to do it at all but he tried for a few minutes and then he asked if he can make a drum so I got him a jar and a balloon and we made him a little drum and it was really fun.

Good afternoon actually went really fast. I have my little break and that group right after was stuck it and they came too early and I made them all leave because I said I had 10 more minutes on my break and I wanted them to go away. And Manny was like yep you don't have to explain that to me! And then they ended up being late which I thought was funny. But they were very sweet boys and at first none of them wanted to do anything but then I convinced them all to make bracelets and stuff and a lot of them made things for their girlfriends which I thought was cute. They asked what would be the perfect color to make the bracelets they were going to do and I said it should be your eye color and her eye color and they were like oh my God that's such a good idea! I was like they're going to love it. So I helped a few of them do that. And a couple of them made beaded bracelets. Including one boy who's from the Ukraine and has a very fun accent. He did not love that I called him the Ukrainian child a few times. But I think more because he does not want to be referred to as a child. But they're all children to me.

One of my favorite things right now has been explaining to the kids that my age difference between me and the counselors is more than the ancient between them and the council hurts. And I think that's really funny. It's also fun to tell the kids that James was a few of the counselors counselor back in the day. Like that's my husband. And we're old!

I was happy when the day was over just because I was getting tired. I said goodbye to Tati. Jeff was up here doing service hours and was sorting beads for me. He also wrote his little paper on Bob Ross which had a lot of typos but was solid information. I did not know that Barb Ross was in the army. And was missing a finger on his left hand. So I signed off on his service hours and his paper and I went to go take a shower.

I actually kind of wish I had brought my bathing suit down so I'm going to start keeping my bathing suit in my shower bag. Because when I got down there the water was so warm and it was so nice. I was standing in the shallow end in my skirt for a little while just enjoying it and then I went and sat with Chloe who had her legs in the water. The horse girls were swimming and getting ready for pool canoes. The little girls that were there were all very concerned about my skirt getting wet but I kept telling him it's fine guys it's fine. I'm about to get changed. And after we sat and talked for a while I would go take my shower and I did not smell like metal this time. So I'm pretty happy about that. But I think I am going to stop somewhere this weekend and get a new lotion. Something that smells nice like a fruit. I usually go body shop but it's so expensive. We'll see what happens.

I would take a walk around camp at one point. I heard Ty wasn't here because something was going on. So I was going to walk over to homestead. I stopped at nature first and said hello to Celia. She was working on creating a new enclosure for Samson the box turtle. And then I went over to see the homestead animals. I also texted Ty to check in to make sure he was okay. And I made friends with the goats. I had tried to get them to come over to me but they wouldn't and then when I walked away they started bleating So I walked back and then they wanted to chew on my skirt and sniff me and stuff and I was like oh my God are we friends now?? It was great.

And it would be a really nice afternoon. I would read for a while and hang out and eventually CJ came and chilled with me. I had a little snack before dinner. And then me and her walked over to dinner itself to get ready and it was a really good dinner.

We had spaghetti. There was no meat sauce. I got to have breadsticks and broccoli. I wanted to have three breadsticks but honestly two was too many. But I was having the best time. And my friends were there and everything was great. And then I heard there was Kona ice coming too and so I was like oh my God we need to go get that. So we jokingly all said that we had to go check on the quality of the Kona ice which is why we had to go get it right now. So me CJ and Celia walked across the field to go bother the Kona Iceman.

We chatted with him for a while and we all got our little treats. And then me and Celia went back to nature so that she could show me Samson's new enclosure and when we got there we didn't see him because it turns out he is so happy for the very first time he has enough substrate and space to bury himself. And so he dug a little hole and buried himself in his new substrate. What a difference 6 in in width will make on a tank for this little turtle. And so we sat and we were just so thrilled that he has so much more space. And then we discussed ways that we can try to improve his enclosure and the snakes enclosure. Just make them a little bit better. I'm going to check to see at home if I have expandable foam and if not we might make a plan on trying to make some kind of rockscape in the back using some that we can pick up from somewhere. But it was just really nice sitting in there and we talked about him a whole bunch of stuff. Including all of my weird medical things. And then Josephine enjoyed us and we all chilled for a while until it was time to go and put the birdies to bed.

We got in the bird enclosure and immediately I grabbed the dog. Which isn't very weird thing to hold. And he did not love it. But we got him in the enclosure and then I grabbed the chicken, Grandma, and then we had to get the two little chicken. And they were much harder to catch because they were faster. But humans are pursuit predators so it was not a big deal we just kept following them until we cornered them were able to catch them. It was really fun to know I was having a great time but I was getting a little sweaty and I was ready to go and lay down.

Celia went home and Josephine and me walked to the museum to use the bathroom. And then she tried to convince me to come to skip tonight but I was not having it. I have eaten way too much food and I was ready to go lay down. I talked to Cody for a few minutes and then told Josephine about the movie The Newsies because we were looking at a sign about Santa Fe. And then I came back up here. Which is where I have been for most of the last hour. I did walk down to the field for a little while to watch the fireflies but I am very very tired and I am ready to just be chill.

Tomorrow is the last day of the first session of camp! And the end of the second week. I love camp and I'm glad that today really felt more normal. Things didn't feel as heavy and bad and people were being more respectful and I just felt more myself. It was really good.

Tomorrow I have my last groups and fingers crossed me and a couple of the kids from teepees will get to practice with the metal casting. Hopefully I don't hurt myself or anybody else. We'll see what happens there. But I hope it's a really good day and I hope you guys sleep well tonight. Send me the vibes that I can fall asleep easy and then no beetles attack me. Good night everybody.

[notsocheezy]

Brain Curd #383

Brain Curds are barely-edited fiction, poetry, or just about anything else - drafted in a day or less. I didn’t realize how much work The Simpsons writers put into those chalkboard gags.

Part 43 of an experiment in progress. Refer to case logs.

Trevor was depersonalizing again, and who could blame him? His beard was spotty and wiry, his chest itchy with hair that had never been allowed to grow in before (and didn’t truly know how), and his father, for whatever reason, had requested to meet in the park after dinner instead of the bike shop where he worked and slept. Trevor, despite all efforts not to be, was suspicious.

Trevor sat at the table in the center and checked his watch. It was already 8:30, but his father had yet to arrive. A raven, illuminated by a street lamp, dug around in a trash can through a small opening, but struggled to pull something out.

“Trevor!” A feminine voice echoed without a source.

Trevor looked around. Nobody was around who could have said his name. The raven cawed to get his attention and gestured at the garbage can.

“Me?” Trevor asked the bird, pointing at himself.

The raven cawed again.

Trevor got up from the table and walked over. The raven tilted its head in query. He looked through the small hole of the receptacle’s lid to see what all the fuss was about and saw a half-eaten cob of sweet corn.

“You want that, huh?”

The raven cawed with desire.

Trevor rolled up his sleeves and reached in for it. The cob was slimy, but at this point he was already committed to retrieving it. He pulled it out and set it before the raven, then immediately wiped his hand on his shorts.

“I hope it was worth it.” Trevor sighed and sat back down.

The raven pecked at its dinner with glee. Trevor would have felt good about this deed if he could feel anything, but he couldn’t - nothing but the barest memory of his throbbing toe, anyway. He was so tired. So very, very tired. The raven flew off hastily when Trevor’s father plopped onto the bench on the other side of the table.

“Dude,” he said, wiping his brow with a rusty-brown handkerchief, “what a day. Flip is such an asshole.”

“Is that why we’re at the park?” The wind blew and Trevor pulled his jacket closed.

“Yeah, uh… I don’t want him asking you for favors. I was supposed to be off at 7:30, but he kept saying ‘yo, one more thing’.” Dad took his backpack off and dug through it to find his vape, which he took a puff from. “Real piece of work.”

Trevor sighed. “At least you’re here now. I’ve been having kinda a hard time, and I…”

“You think you’re having a hard time?” Dad scoffed. “Dude, I slept next to a pile of broken batteries last night. On a concrete floor.”

“A lot has happened, that’s all. I never told you about Homecoming, did I?”

“Did you try my trick? It worked, right?”

Trevor’s nose twitched. “Do you see Serenity on my arm, Dad? She hasn’t talked to me since I followed your advice.”

“You must have done it wrong, Trevor. You kissed her while she was talking, right?”

“Yes.”

“Don’t take that tone with me, dude. You do not want to piss me off right now.”

“Yeah, well you don’t want to piss me off either!” Trevor gritted his teeth. “I have a lot more problems than that! Gordon’s turned into a total asshole ever since he started dating the new girl, who kissed me on her birthday, and…”

“Boo-fucking-hoo, dude. She kissed you on her birthday? You already won.”

“I haven’t won shit! And my foot has been killing me ever since I stubbed my toe!”

“Yeah?” Dad raised his voice. “Well my fucking back went out this morning and I still had to work!”

“I’ve had to work too, in case you didn’t notice…” Trevor slammed the table. “… while you spent all my money!”

“It’s all about money with you! Your grandfather’s doing a great job raising you to be a little banker like him. At least you have a place to live, you ungrateful little shit!”

“No thanks to you!”

“And I don’t have a place to live, thanks to you!” Dad growled. “Why didn’t you talk to Greg when we had a chance?”

Trevor was taken aback. “I told you I talked to him!”

“Well, you fucking didn’t! I asked!”

“You…” Trevor stuttered. “Y-you asked me to get you an extra week, for fuck’s sake. Do you really think I could have convinced him to let you stay indefinitely?”

“Yes! And look at that big word, Mr. Banker. Where’d you learn that?”

“That’s it,” Trevor got up. “I’m done.”

“You never talked to Greg because you never wanted to live together again!”

Trevor shook his head. “The fuck does one thing have to do with another?”

“I’m not hearing you deny it.”

“I was never going to live with you there, Dad! And you said it yourself - it sucked!”

“It wouldn’t have sucked if we were together!”

“I really doubt that.” Trevor put his hands out and slapped them down on his thighs as he walked away.

“Where are you going?”

Trevor groaned and turned around. “It’s a school night! I need to be home by nine and I’ll be late as it is.”

“We’re in the middle of a conversation! Get back here!”

“No. Go back to your concrete.”

“I quit my job so I could see you, you fucking dick!” He got up from the table, put his backpack back on, and hobbled over to me with anger on his face. Oh shit: the adrenaline brought me back into my body.

I was a little dizzy, but managed to let out a word. “What?”

“I always put you first and you treat me like a dirty mutt! What’s the matter with you?”

“I…” My breathing was uneven and shallow. “I didn’t ask you to quit your job! Where are you gonna go now?”

“Why don’t you think about that while you lay in your warm bed, jackass. If you walk away, don’t expect to see me again.”

What does that mean?

Penned 2025.04.04

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[myworstthanksgivingever]

Snake Envenomation

The Evil Powers-That-Be have added a new nipple twist to their greedy, slimy tentacles.

For 40 years minus one, I was forced to pay into their income taxes, Medicare, and Social Security Ponzi schemes against my will. In 2015, I was severely punished because I couldn't afford to put out one year (1998) as I used all of my money to save my son Jonathon's life. The feds stole my retirement funds, and my ex-wife Angie (Queen Cersei) absconded with all of my possessions and our 3 children. After my multiple muggings in Nicaragua over the Thanksgiving holiday in 2013, I became disabled. Eventually, I received SSDI and was forced into Medicare, which is the worst healthcare policy in the world.

2024 is the first year that the feds consider any "help" with my medical expenses as income. In other words, every time I get a prescription, see a provider, or get hospitalized, they add that as "income". So now I have to pay taxes on taxes I already paid.

Chapter 1

Snake Envenomation

It is a three-hour drive from where we were living in West Bend, Wisconsin to Black River Falls. My passion is working in medically underserved areas, so the length of the drive meant little to me compared to the satisfaction of serving and serving.

Fifteen minutes before 8 o’clock that warm Spring morning, I pulled the Grand Am into the parking lot, turned off the engine, grabbed my duffel bag, and headed into the hospital.

I walked into the ER and announced my presence to the nurses and the doc I was replacing. He said that there weren’t any patients currently, so I went to the call room to change. The call room at Black River Memorial Hospital is next to the doctor’s lounge. I dressed in my scrubs, grabbed a cup of coffee, and sat down on a couch in the lounge to drink it. At 8:30 am the E.R. nurse called and said that I had a patient with a fever who was ready for me. I went to the Emergency Department, evaluated the patient, and ordered a Complete Blood Count (CBC). During the exam, an overhead page announced that there was someone in the doctor’s lounge who wanted to see me. When I was done with my examination and after I wrote the order for the CBC, I headed there, curious about my visitor.

I opened the door to the doctor’s lounge and there were two men in black waiting for me. One was skinny and quiet. The other was nerdy looking, with a smarmy expression on his face. He was of medium build and looked like a snake ready to strike. He also did most of the talking.

“Doctor Mangold?” he asked.

“I am. Can I help you?”

“Yes,” replied Mr. Smarmy Nerd, pulling out a flashy police-like badge. “I’m special agent Brandon Bielke with the Criminal Division of the Internal Revenue Service. I want to talk to you.”

…Interesting development. For this book revision, I looked up the verbal assault by Meghan Dwyer of Fox6 News WITI Milwaukee on Thursday, May 22, 2014, my sentencing day. The narrative has been almost completely changed.  Unfortunately for them, I have an eidetic memory. I also saw the original clip. The newest one is redacted. This is a snippet of their revision, with the truth in italics:

Bryan Polcyn (the Talking Head): “Federal authorities say Mangold was anything but shy when it came to not paying his taxes”. Dr. Mangold: "It's all very complicated. You know, it took the government 16 years to come down on this." Meghan Dwyer: "Why do you think that was?" Dr. Mangold: "Because it's so complicated." 

Her implication was that I used complicated tactics to hide money from the gubment. What I meant was that the fed’s case against me was so misguided and misdirected that it was complicated FOR THEM.

Bryan Polcyn: “Mangold has been working at local hospitals, emergency rooms and urgent care centers since 1993. Federal authorities say from 1997 to 2007, he hid his wages from the IRS -- sometimes reporting zero income, even though he was bringing home a six-figure salary”.

I reported income every year except 1998 when I could not pay. Note the “Federal authorities say...” part. Dwyer didn’t do her homework, which is a journalistic Bozo No-No. All she had to do was ask the IRS for my tax statements. I have paid taxes for 50 years now, and never cheated on them. The “reporting zero income” was my vain attempt at retrieving some of the back taxes I paid. There is a federally approved alternative to the 1040 that allows a resident to do this. I realize now that it is a trap. Also, note “bringing home a six-figure salary”. That’s as vague and misleading as it comes. It is deliberate misdirection and misinformation. “Six figures” could be anywhere from $100,000 to $999,999. I made over $99,999 only once in my life, yet “bringing home” implies that it was an ongoing occurrence. Fox6 once again failed Journalism 101. The charge against me was tax evasion from1998 alone. What happened to 1972-1997 and 1999-2007? Meghan Dwyer: "Can you tell me why you decided to lie about your income?" Does anyone else see the bias in her choice of words? Dr. Mangold: "Oh, I didn't lie about my income." Never did, never will. Meghan Dwyer: "But you pleaded guilty today." Dr. Mangold: "Yeah. Right. I did." There is only one reason I pled guilty, and that was to protect my mom and brother from further harassment by the IRS. Yet Dwyer cut me off and wouldn’t let me explain. This narrative makes me look stupid (“Yeah. Right. I did.”). I’m not stupid. Talking Head: At one point, federal investigators say Mangold owed the IRS almost $200,000 in taxes and interest.

Fox6 “news” cites the federal thugs instead of doing its homework. I NEVER owed them $200,000 in back taxes. The most I owed was $8000 from 1998. Even that figure is too high because it is the IRS’ determination, not mine. I never got a chance to take legitimate tax breaks, including the generous amount of charitable donations and work I did. I had the Medicine Cabinet, and I was the Medical Director with St. Matthew’s mission trip to Mexico that year and could have written off all my travel expenses. Once the IRS starts a criminal investigation, we peasants are unable to refile. I do owe for my medical school student loans though, which I am paying off even now because the IRS takes it out of my monthly SSDI deposits. Perhaps Maggie included those in her “$200,000” lie.

I am sending this to FoxNews admin, too.

[vintagegirl840]

Pearl Jam orgy

☠️🖤GONE SCARY🖤☠️

It was a cloudy day in late October 1998. 1:34 pm. The bunch was lazing around in their hotel room. “Well guys, we don’t a show tomorrow, we should explore this area.” Says Ames.

They were in a pretty rundown, outdated town. “Ehhh this is a dump I mean what is there to do around here?” Says Mike. “Lighten up Mike. Small towns always have hidden gems.” Says stone. Eddie wakes up confused, “W..w..what time is it man?”

*yawns* “FINALLY YOURE UP!” “Good morning sleepyhead” “Show last night knocked you out huh?” Everyone is excited to see ed up. Eddie gets up and heads to the bathroom. “I reek”.

“Ohhh you know I like that natural man smell” says Mike. The rest run to the bathroom following Eddie <3.

8 hours later… (9:30 pm)

“Y’all wanna get into some trouble??” Stone says with a playful smirk on his face. “What ya thinking Stone?” Says Ames. “While all of you were showering earlier, I explored and drove around some. I saw this abandoned arcade called Freddy Fazbears pizza. I was thinking we could try to break in there?? See some stuff stuck in the past. What do ya say Eddie, you are the leader after all”

Everyone kinda cracks a questioning if this is a good or bad idea smile and looks around at each other. “You know…let’s do it”

THE BUNCH HEADS OUT ON THEIR MISSION!

They pull up. The only car in the parking lot. They all approach the doors. It’s open? “Probably junkies staying in here” says Mike. They enter inside. “This place looks like it hasn’t been touched since 1985” says Matt.

After a couple minutes of exploring, they find a room with an old computer and a camera system. “I wonder if this stuff still works?” Says Mike. “Here’s a switch right here” says Ames.

All the lights went on, it was a dark room still but instead there was some neon lighting around the room. The computers shut on and all the camera screens. “Woah what are those creepy things” says Ed. “Looks like some animatronics, these aren’t very cute!” The bunch laughs.

“You know, this is a cool looking environment… to maybe…” “DONT EVEN MIKE YOU MAKE EVERYTHING SEXUAL” says Ames. “That might not be a bad idea actually” says Stone, moving up to Mike and putting his arm around him. The bunch gives eachother the look, Ames eyes roll. They tell him come on. They get in their order. STONE ON BOTTOM AMES SECOND MIKE THIRD MATT AFTER THAT AND EDDIES THE TOP. Some rimming and water sports are involved.

“That was great guys” says Stone.

Suddenly a crash is heard and the lights go out. “WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT” says Mike. Stone and Mike search for eachothers arms and hold eachother. Everyone huddles up in pairs. “If we die together. I love y’all. Thank you for letting me be the dom. I love each one of y’all equally I am so grateful for our time together” Says Eddie.

There is a loud scream. Chica. Pearl Jam died on this day in 1998.

[ayearlaterletters]

Jul 18 - Jul 21

Written on July 21st at 6:39 pm Before I start recapping our days together let me just say hi baby and good morning, good afternoon, and good evening. :) I miss you so much and I like you <3 ahhhh I want to see you tonight. I have the urge to see you again even though I just saw you like 4 hours ago lol. Surprise beach night drive? ^_^ We will see, hehe <3 !!! Alright, let's start the weekend recap!!!!!!!

Thursday July 18th Recap: I believe you worked and it was my day off! We hung out with Marcus and watched his volleyball practice! Before you came to pick me up for Marcus practice, I got my nails done all white, which you liked. My nail tech lady, whom I haven't seen in months because I haven't got my nails done by her in a minute or she's been away traveling, brought you up. i was blushing so hard because I cant believe she remembered that conversation but I'm glad she did because I love talking about you to everyone else but you - at that time you didn't know I had a crush on you. You thought it was cute that I liked you so much in that time period. Then you picked me up, picked up Marcus, drove to the YMCA and supported his volleyball practice then out of nowhere around 8:30 the power went out lol that was funny. Then me and Marcus decided to gang up on you keeping you outta the loop lol but I asked if he was down for pizza and we all got pizza! :) yay then we dropped Marcus off at home you and i and kissed in front of your driveway for like an hour. then we drove to the beach for a little bit kissed some more stared into each others eye then you drove me home. the end of our goodnight. Friday July 19th: Finally your day off and I woke up so early that day like 7am. I went on my usual 2 mile walk with trooper to the park. I went to Starbucks got myself some ice water, drove home and started packing for our weekend gateway which we had been looking forward to for a week ^_^ I think you were cleaning your bathroom, packing, showering, and playing dress up for your momma because she was attending the rugby game, then finally you came and swooped me up! We made our way to C level lounge and met your mother. I ordered the Korean tofu and you ordered the Mediterranean bowl which was super delicious :) 7.5 rating because I like my bowls hella built with more veggies but it was all good lol. After our delicious lunch we made our way to the hotel and checked in. We made endless love for almost 6 hours. I would repeat this day again, no... i would repeat this weekend with you, but with days off from work, again. We didn't have dinner, we just went to bed after being in each other's embrace for hours. That was a great way to end the night by falling asleep in your arms <3

Saturday July 20th: Sadly I had work in the morning which was a drag but luckily my day was super easy because I was SS and not a lot of special services that day. After you picked up from work, we went to get breakfast at the Lazy Hippo and you had your first mimosa. You got strawberry french toast rating 5.5 and I got a breakfast burrito with country potatoes. Would rate a 7.5 :) After our delicious breakfast, I randomly wanted something sweet and tried vegan rocky road ice cream for the first time. walked around downtown, came across some vendors and met a guy from section 6 selling graphic tees lol for like $40. now I know about different the sections lol I love learning something new every day. things just amaze me what goes through people's minds lol Anyways... after walking around downtown, we made more love but originally you wanted to change clothes and get out of the outfit that you started to feel hot in. which you didn't tell me until after we finished making love and woke up from our nap! You also tapped out that day which is funny because u learned about the refractory phase! You seriously thought you had erectile dysfunction omg lol. i won the championship belt temporarily because that night I called defeat when you seriously put me to bed lol. we did get indian food from the royal India then walked around downtown even to seaport. we stopped at this fancy restaurant, animae which is an expensive ramen, steak place I think lol I just heard about this place from word of mouth. lovely ambiance and beautiful people, we belong there because we are beautiful people. After we walked around downtown we made our way back to the hotel and ended up snuggling because we had some questions for one another like do we still like each other. we passionately kissed and made really great love to end the night.

Sunday, July 21st: I went to work and girlbossed. luckily i got out before 10am and had enough time to get back to the hotel and pack my belongings before check-out time. however, you were giving me those damn puppy eyes asking for one last time before we leave our lovely weekend. after our festivities, we went to ob and got Luigis pizza. we originally were going to Hodads but the line was stupid long but its all good because I got to try your pizza spot! After pizza I got some mid thai tea and then you drove me home. i lowkey wished you took the long way home so we could spend more time together vibing, holding hands, and looking at you. we both knocked out and now we've been on the phone together since 17:00 and it is now 22:00. Goodnight my lover boy, who almost said I love you today hehe

See you another time i cannot wait to see you again and let's have another good week ^_^ more adventures and blessings to come!

10:13 pm Much love, appreciation, and gratitude, angel your taxi driver.

Angel Numbers: 10:10

[treefory]

It’s time for the cat to work

Working through the past

CHAPTER 2

Chapter 1 here

His alarm went off. He let out a low growl as he turned it off. He wished he could sleep longer, but the bills weren’t going to pay themselves. He pulled himself from under his covers and walked to the bathroom.

He stepped out of the shower and dried himself off, starting with his face and ending with his tail. Cash looked into the mirror and picked at the bags under his eyes. He would have slept in yesterday as sunday was one of his days off.

He buttoned up his shirt and fixed the collar. He looked at himself in the mirror. He wore a tan shirt with black stripes running down it. He tucked it into his black fitted pants.

He poked at his belly, It poked out a little whenever his shirt was like this. But it wasn’t his fault, it was just his primordial pouch. It was fuzzy and soft to the touch.

He grabbed his jacket and his keys. He locked the door behind him and drove off in his car.

He parked outside of a diner in the employee parking lot. The sky was just as gray as yesterday. He got out and as he was walking inside he pulled out a name tag and pinned it to his chest.

WAITER- Cash

The bell above the door rang as Cash walked in. He made his way into the back and checked in. The booths sat next to big windows and were red with white tables, Above them were lights that had dimmed with age. The black and white checkered floor was covered in dirt and grime. The only place that could be considered clean was the kitchen. Cash had never seen it get clean but he also never gotten sick so it must be fine. The bar was red just like the booths with a window that led into the kitchen.

Cash sat at the bar and picked at the dirt under his claws. No one else was here right now other than the chef and the manager. The place got most of their customers later at night, So being the only waiter right now wasn’t so bad.

The bell above the door rang as a small group of rabbits walked in and sat at a nearby table. Cash got up and put on the most friendly face he could muster “Good morning, and welcome to Harry’s diner. My name is Cash and I will be your waiter today. Can I start you off with some drinks?” Cash said as he handed each of them menus.

He pulled out a notepad and pen from his pocket.The rabbits stared up at him. There were five of them, four young and one old man. They were all a similar brown color with different white markings with The old one sporting a muzzle that had grayed with age.

The young ones were at least ten and the eldest at least sixty. All of them were easily half of Cash’s size. The young ones looked anxious as they sat close to each other.

Cash looked into the eldest one’s eyes. His expression was blank and stoic, But he could still tell something wasn’t right with him.

“Orange juice please…” one said sheepishly

“Apple juice.”

“Milk.”

“Can I have an orange juice too?”

“Two orange juice, one apple juice, and one milk.” Cash wrote “and how about you, sir?” He pointed the pen at the old one.

“Coffee. Black.” He said with a hint of anger. “And it’s mister Hollick to you.” Mr. Hollick grumbled

“Of course, Mr. Hollick.”

Cash put his notepad in his pocket as he walked behind the bar. His tail flicked in anger, he hated customers like them. More specifically mr. Hollick. He could tell that something was wrong the second he saw him. This was a terrible way to start his shift.

Cash poked his head through the window that led into the kitchen. “I need two orange juices, one apple juice, one milk, and one black coffee.”

The chef gave him a thumbs up.

Cash sat down at the bar and pulled out his phone. The time was 8:30, Only 5 more hours left till he got to leave. He looked up at the booth, the young ones looked away but Mr. Hollick didn’t. He stared him in the eyes as he scowled. Cash didn’t even roll his eyes, he knew better than that. He just looked back down at his phone.

The bell on the window rang as the rabbit's order sat at the window. Cash picked up the tray and carried it over. He laid out the drinks in the order they were ordered. Each of the kids said thank you, shyly of course.

Cash tucked the tray under into his armpit and pulled out his notepad. “Are you ready to order?”

The kids looked at Mr. Hollick nervously. Mr. Hollick sat up tall and stared cash in the eyes. Cash gave him the same unblinking stare. He knew he was trying to intimidate him, but he was anything but afraid.

“Three plates of waffles, one plate of pancakes, and one egg and sausage.”

“How do you want your egg-“

“Omelette.” He interrupted

Cash’s tail twitched. “Coming right up.”

He walked back over to the window, he ripped out the page on his notepad and placed it on the windows edge. “We got an order.” Cash called.

The chef took one look at the page and got to work. He watched the chef through the window as they mixed the batter. Cash turned his ears to face backwards

“There’s nothing to be afraid of kiddo!” Mr. Hollick said in a whisper

“But he’s so scary..”

“So what? He’s just a good for nothing carno.”

Good for nothing carno?! Cash felt his muzzle wrinkle and his tail thrash.

“But what if he tries to hurt us…?”

“I'd like to see em’ try! Nothing’s gonna hurt a hair on your head, not while your pops is around!” Mr. Hollick said proudly “just wait till that guy comes back around, I’ll show you the truth about carnos.”

Cash felt the fur on his back prickle, He didn’t want to go back to the table. But he had too, the chef had just set their food on the window, ready for cash to take them their food.

Cash grudgingly took the tray and steadied it in his paws. The plates were heavy, but nothing cash couldn’t handle. He walked towards the table, watching Mr. Hollick’s every moment.

Mr. Hollick had a smug smile on his face as Cash laid out the plates on the table. “Now that you have your food, do you need anything else?” Cash looked at all of them intently.

“There is one thing I need from you. I need an example!” Mr. Hollick scooted out from the booth and stood next to Cash. Cash took a step back.

“You see kids, carnos are not as big and tough as they seem to be! Though they might look big, aggressive, and could kill you in an instant, that doesn’t mean they will. Observe…”

Mr. Hollick raised his paw above his head and grabbed Cash’s stomach. His soft primordial pouch squished in his firm grip

It didn’t hurt, his paws were tiny compared to him. But almost instinctively, Cash’s fur on his back prickled, his tail thrashed, and his muzzle wrinkled to show off his fangs

“GRRRRRRR”

Mr. Hollick immediately let go and scurried back into the booth, he huddled up with his grandchildren who now looked terrified.

Cash angrily took the tray from the table and tossed it on to the bar then stormed off. He walked into the room in the back, the same one he checked in at. He let out a low growl to himself as he paced around the room for a good ten minutes.

Who does he think he is? You can’t just touch me like that. Big and aggressive? I can SHOW you big and aggressive! Cash thought to himself.

God, I haven’t growled at someone like that in a long time. Should I have growled? It didn’t hurt but I still didn't like it. Maybe I did too much…

Cash stopped pacing and put his paws on his hips. What now? Do I just go back out there and Ask them how their meal is and refill their drinks? Like nothing happened?

I don’t want to be insulted again… but, maybe I deserve it? I did scare his grandchildren, and for what? Because he touched my stomach? They didn’t deserve that

Cash sighed as he rubbed the back of his neck. I’ll just have to deal with it. I deserve whatever he wants to do to me. He probably won’t tip though.

He let out a heavy sigh as he walked out the room. His head hung low as he sat back down at the bar. He looked up at the rabbits, they had barely touched their food. Cash took out his phone to pass the time.

It was 9:30 now. Cash got up and stood in front of the booth. The rabbits looked up at him, fear in their eyes. Even Mr. Hollick looks scared.

Cash looked down at his paws. “Do you need anything else or do you want the check?” He mumbled

“Check please.” Mr. Hollick muttered

Cash stacked the plates on top of each other and carried them to the kitchen then sat them by the kitchen sink. He went behind the bar and counted up the bill then went back over to the booth.

“You total is $67.25. Cash or card?”

“Cash…” Mr. Hollick pulled out his wallet and handed cash his money. Cash went behind the bar and counted up the money and put it in the register.

Wait, there’s an extra 10$. Cash sighed. “Mr. Hollick, you gave me-“

The bell above the door rang as the rabbits left in a hurry.

Shiiiit, I’ll just consider it a tip. He thought as he stuffed the dollar in his pocket.

He sat at the bar again. The sound of dishes being washed echoed throughout the dinner. The sky was still gray, just like it has been for a while. Cash yawned as he laid his head down on the counter. he wasn’t going to sleep, no matter how tired he was he would never fall asleep in public.

Anyone could do anything to him while he was sleeping. His stomach growled, he hadn’t eaten anything today.

“Hey, could you make me some pancakes?” Cash said as he handed the chef his ten through the window. The chef took it and started making the batter.

Cash sat back down at the bar.

Big, aggressive, and could kill you in an instant.

that’s not who I am… not anymore.

Cash looked at his claws. They were sharp, only because he kept them like that. Because he needed to, or at least he felt like he did. He hated his claws, yet he loved them.

It’s been so long since he used them like…that.

A plate of three pancakes stacked on top of each other slid in front of cash. The chef gave him a small wave as they went back to the kitchen.

“Thank you.” He called out

He was half way done with his pancakes when a different family walked in and took a seat. Cash pushed his plate to the side as he prepared to continue the rest of his shift

CHAPTER 3 here

[morgana-larkin]

Alright, here's the next chapter of Just Tired! It's mostly in Melissa's POV. Not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 Part 24 Part 25 Part 26 Part 27 Part 28 Part 30 Part 31 Part 32 Part 33 Part 34 Part 35 Part 36 Part 37

Just Tired - Part 29

Warnings: Manipulative relationship (Sorta mentioned), Angry Mel

Words: 3.5k

“Can’t you drive any faster?” Melissa asks Gerald as Melissa would be too distracted to drive herself so she woke up Barb and Gerald.

“Not without breaking any laws.” Gerald tells her.

“Melissa, I know Y/n means a lot to you but you need to calm down just a bit.” Barb tells her.

“How can I stay calm when she was just in a car accident?” Melissa says, visibly terrified. She then starts playing with the fidget bracelet you gave her and she takes a deep breath and closes her eyes, trying to relax.

5 minutes later Gerald pulls up to the front and Melissa bolts out, Barb follows after her as Gerald goes to park somewhere. She walks up to the front desk person.

“Hi, where would I find Y/n Y/l/n?” She asks them as she taps the counter nervously. The front desk person typed a few things before looking up and gave the information to Melissa. Melissa quickly went in the direction the woman told her with Barb right behind her. Melissa finally got to your room and was about to go in when she was stopped.

“Excuse me, but unless you’re family then you’re not allowed in.” A doctor told her.

“I’m Melissa, her emergency contact.” Melissa told him.

“Melissa?” She hears as a woman walks toward her. “I’m Doctor Emily Brown, we talked on the phone.” Emily tells Melissa.

“Can I see her?” Melissa asks.

“Of course, I’m afraid your friend here will have to wait out here.” She says as she looks at Barb.

“That’s alright, I understand, I’ll just sit in the waiting room.” Barb tells her. 

Melissa is led inside your room and sees a bunch of wires strapped to you and something in your mouth to help you breathe and a tear falls down Melissa’s cheek. Melissa walks up to you and tucks some hair behind your ear before holding your hand.

“She would hate to have hair on her face.” Melissa says with a dry chuckle and Emily nods.

“The police officers says that the man who hit her, his brakes stopped working. It was a terrible accident, but luckily both of them are alive. The man saw her coming and honked his horn and she was able to turn enough so he didn’t hit her dead on.” Emily explains. More tears stream down Melissa’s face as she looks at the scratches on you. 

“Is she going to be ok?” Melissa finally asks.

“We don’t know for certain but she isn’t in a coma, but she isn’t waking up. The first 48 hours after an accident like this are critical.” Emily explains to her and Melissa nods. “Are you two close?” She then asks and Melissa nods.

“We love each other.” Is all Melissa says and places a gentle kiss on your hand. 

“I will make sure that you're the first we call if anything changes and you’re welcome to come and visit her at any time you want.” Emily says.

“Thank you.” Melissa tells her and Emily nods before she leaves the room. “Y/n, I’m so sorry this happened to you. But I need you to heal and get better for me.” Melissa tells your sleeping body. “I don’t want to live my life without you in it, hon.” 

10 minutes later Melissa emerges from your room and goes to sit next to Barb.

“How is she?” Barb asks her.

“She’s healing.” Melissa says with sadness.

“She’s alive.” Barb tells her.

“For now, but they’re not sure if she’ll make it or not.” Melissa tells her. 

“I have faith she’ll make it.” Barb tells her gently. “Let’s go home and get some rest. Call Ava tomorrow morning and tell her what happened.” Barb says and gently gets her to stand up and walk out of the hospital. 

At Barb’s house Melissa is sitting on her bed, looking at a picture of you and her that she had framed last week. It was the picture of your first date with her and you both have your tongues out. That night Melissa fell asleep with the picture frame held close to her chest.

Barb woke her up as her alarm was going off and Melissa wasn’t turning it off. Melissa opens her eyes to see Barb above her with her phone.

“You weren’t turning it off, you should probably call Ava and tell her that you and Y/n won’t be there today.” Barb says as she gives her her phone.

“What? I’m going today.” Melissa says.

“You won’t be able to concentrate today. The best thing for you is to stay here or go visit Y/n at the hospital. You can go to work tomorrow but let all this sink in first.” Barb says. “Gerald is home staying home today, maybe he can take you to the hospital to visit Y/n.” Barb adds gently but Melissa gets up angrily and goes to get an outfit.

“Go to the hospital to what? Stare at her sleeping body and hope she doesn’t die?” Melissa shouts. “No fucking way I’m doing that! I’m going to work and then I’ll visit Y/n after.” She says as she makes her way to the bathroom and slams the door shut.

“Oh this is going to be a long day.” Barb says to herself.

Melissa ended up calling Ava after she got dressed to let her know what happened to you. On the way to work, Barb kept glancing at Melissa on the drive. Melissa kept noticing her glances but chose to ignore all of them. Melissa and Barb enter the breakroom and sees Jacob and Janine talking and she takes a deep breath before she walks up to them.

“Hey, wanted to let you kids know that Y/n was in a car accident last night. She’s alive but not awake. They’re only accepting me and family to visit her right now but I can keep you both informed of her progress.” Melissa tells them and sees both their mouths are open in shock.

“What? What happened to her?” Janine asks and Melissa has a short fume today.

“What do you fucking think? Are you dense? Another car hit her!” Melissa yells and Barb grabs her shoulders and brings her to the couch to watch the news and calm down.

“Calm down Melissa, they didn’t do anything.” Barb tells her gently. 

“Yes, they have, they’re annoying.” Melissa says sternly before she crosses her arms and leans back on the couch.

“Just don’t lash out on your students.” Barb says and Melissa whips her head at her.

“You think I’d lash out at my students?” Melissa asks loudly and stands up. “I would never do that!” Melissa snaps before storming out of there.

“Lord give me strength.” Barb says while looking up.

Melissa does end up not lashing out at any of her students, she saves it all for Janine, Jacob and Barb. She even yelled at Ava when she came into the breakroom at lunch for coffee, Melissa said she “deserved it for being stupid”. 

Barb drives Melissa to the hospital after school and Melissa walks in your room and sees you’re just the same as yesterday. The nurses told her that nothing happened all night and day to which she was relieved to hear. Melissa sets her purse on the table at the end of your bed before she sits in the chair and lets out a big breath. 

“Hey Y/n, since you weren’t there at school today I’ll tell you everything that happened.” Melissa tells you and goes into an explanation of what she did today, how your students are, and how she yelled at everyone. “And at lunch I yelled at Ava for taking all the sugar, but it seems like she has more sugar than caffeine in that cup, so I yelled at her and told Barb she’s stupid so she deserves it. You might have laughed if you were there. But when you wake up and return to work then you’ll be able to see all my antics again, maybe cause a few with me, or even tell me when I’ve crossed a line. But to do any of those then you need to get better.” Melissa says as she grabs your right hand. “Your left hand is in a cast as the other driver hit you on the left side, and your left leg is also in a cast. When you wake up then I’ll take care of you until you can take care of yourself, if you wake up. No, when you wake up. You’ll wake up as there’s so much you need to do, a whole life ahead of you. There’s still so many girls you haven’t kissed, so many things we have to do together, many students to teach, many things we can do to annoy Barb. This weekend I was thinking of bringing you to the museum of art, you’ll love it. You need to wake up so we can go there and look at all the artwork that they have. And in 3 weeks I move back into my house and I need your help with the decorating, making it my own. And when I move back in I’m gonna invite you over and make whatever you want and actually sit at the dinner table to eat. I honestly don’t know how you sit on the couch and eat and yet don’t cover it in plastic, maybe I can do it with my own couch, cover it in plastic.” Melissa says and looks at you. “I’m gonna come to visit you everyday, don’t worry.” She tells you before she presses a kiss on your hand.

Melissa gets home and goes straight to cooking something to take her mind off things. She ends up making 2 different meals for the week and 3 different desserts to eat. She cooks until it’s time for bed as she tries keeping herself distracted. Barb ends up coming in to keep her company as she cooks.

“My meatballs and chicken parm are something that Y/n really loves. I’m making it for her for when she wakes up.” Melissa tells Barb.

“Has anyone told her roommate what’s going on?” Barb suddenly asks and Melissa freezes. Melissa immediately calls Hallie to tell her what’s going on before she goes back to cooking.

At night, Melissa looks at the picture you took yesterday at school at lunch of you both in your costumes. The hospital gave her your things and your phone was one of them, and you trusted her enough to tell her your phone passcode. You took the picture after you playfully put the handcuffs on her for “being too sexy in her costume”. Melissa wipes the tear that falls down her cheek before she lays down and decides to look at some other pictures you’ve taken. To Melissa’s surprise, half of them are of her, ones she didn’t even know you took of her. She’s just doing normal things, like cooking, talking with Barb, reading something on her phone with her glasses on, her ordering her hoagie on Sunday. 

“You’re such a little sneakster.” Melissa says with a smile before she puts your phone down and goes to sleep.

True to her word, Melissa visits you everyday and tells you about her day and things she thought of that she wants to do with you. She ended up giving Janine and Jacob a few servings of the meals she made before it goes bad. She gave Jacob, Janine and Hallie updates when there was any, like your arm and leg are healing. On Saturday she ended up buying a flower vase and a bouquet of your favourite flowers. She brought it to your room and put the vase on the table beside your bed after putting water in it. She put the flowers in all neatly and put the fidget bracelet that you now wear on the table as well, for when you wake up. 

After the first week, she starts bringing a book to read to you, usually the book that she read to her students that day, and she uses the same funny voices that she uses with her students as well. When the flowers die, she buys you more of the same to replace the dead ones. When she leaves, instead of a kiss on the hand goodbye, she now gives you a kiss on the cheek.

On Sunday of the second week, she finishes reading Peter Rabbit, as you have to know the story before doing the project in a few months. She packs the book in her purse and grabs your hand.

“I have to go now but I’ll be back tomorrow after school to read you something else, I promise.” She tells you and she goes to give you a kiss on the cheek but changes her mind and gives you a kiss on the lips instead. “Good night, Y/n.” She tells you and she goes to place your hand back down but then she feels a small movement. She freezes and looks at you and waits a few seconds but nothing happens. She thinks it’s just her imagination and goes to let go of your hand but then you tap her hand gently with your finger and she looks at your hand and sees you do the movement again. “Y/n?” She asks and you groan before you slowly open your eyes. “Y/n!” Melissa exclaims happily as she sees you awake.

“Me-melissa?” You say, throat dry. 

“Ya, I’m right here, hon. Here have some water.” She tells you as she brings a small cup of water to your mouth and you take a few sips.

“Thank you.” You say after you’ve had enough. “Where am I? What happened?” You ask her.

“You’re in the hospital, you were in a car accident on the way home from the bar.” Melissa explains to you. “I should go get the doctor so she can look you over.” Melissa tells her and she goes to get Doctor Brown. “She’s awake.” Melissa tells her and Emily follows her in there with a nurse. 

They check you over and ask you a few questions to make sure you don’t have any memory issues and tell you about your injuries.

“Melissa said that she’d be willing to look over you after you get out, are you comfortable with that?” Emily asks you and you nod.

“Of course, she’s my best friend.” You tell the doctor and Melissa smiles at you referring her as your best friend.

“Alright, well we’ll keep you here for a few days just to make sure and if there’s no complications then you should be good to go home by Friday or Saturday.” Emily tells you and you nod.

“Thank you.” You tell them. “Can I actually get something to eat? I’m starving.” You ask her and she nods.

“I’ll see that you have some food delivered to you straight away.” She tells you. “Was there anything else you need or any questions?” She asks and you shake your head. Her and the nurse then leave and you're left alone with Melissa who was holding your hand the entire time.

“What are you smiling at?” You ask her and she sits down in the chair while still holding your hand.

“I didn’t know I was your best friend.” Melissa says and you chuckle.

“Well what else would you be?” You ask her and she shrugs.

“I’m also happy to see you awake and hearing your voice again.” She tells you.

“Is it true that I’ve been asleep for 2 weeks?” You ask her and she nods.

“It’s November 13 today.” She tells you and you widen your eyes. “But you’re awake now which is all that matters.” She adds and you nod your head while still processing it. “Also it was interesting that you woke up after I gave you a kiss on the lips. If I knew you were sleeping beauty then I would have given you one 2 weeks ago.” She jokes and you laugh.

“Did you really?” You ask her and she nods.

“I’ve been giving you kisses on your hand or your cheek, but today I was going to leave and decided to kiss your lips.” She admits and you hum. You then look over and see your phone, fidget bracelet and your favourite flowers beside you on the table.

“How many times have you visited me?” You ask her.

“I came here everyday after school and was here for the whole afternoon on the weekends.” She admits and then there was a knock at the door.

“Come in.” You say. A man enters the door and is carrying a tray with food on it.

“Hi, did you request food?” He asks you and you nod.

“Yes, I’m starving.” You tell him with a smile. Melissa makes room on the table beside you and the man puts the tray there. “Thank you.” You tell him happily and he smiles at you before he leaves. “Looks like some soup.” You say as you look.

“Well that’s probably the best as you haven’t eaten in 2 weeks. Easy on your stomach.” She says and you nod. Melissa holds the bowl for you as you’re left arm is broken and you take a bite.

“It’s not bad, you’d make it better though.” You say as you take another bite and she laughs.

“Probably.” She tells you with a smile.

“Do you have to go?” You ask her before you take another bite and she shakes her head.

“I was gonna go have dinner but I can get something on the first floor. I don’t want to leave now that you’re awake.” She says and you smile. Melissa does end up getting a burger and fries on the first floor and eats it in your room. You steal a fry and she does a gasp but lets you steal a few of them.

“Are you just gonna steal all of my fries?” She asks after you steal your fifth one.

“Maybe. I was asleep for 2 weeks, I need food.” You tell her and she rolls her eyes.

“I hope you don’t end up using that as an excuse every time you steal food from me.” She tells you and you smile as you steal another fry. “I should have gotten some for you.” She says and you giggle.

“They taste much better when I steal them from you though.” You say and she sticks her tongue out at you and you laugh. You end up stealing half her fries and she just lets you as it makes you happy and the fact that you’re eating is a good thing.

“If you go home on Saturday then I’d be back in my house and you can stay there if you want.” She offers and you nod. “I read the agreement last week that we both had to sign, I get the house and all its furniture. The only thing he can take is his clothes and toiletries.” She tells you and you smile.

“So you were here everyday?” You ask her and she nods. “And you brought flowers?” You ask.

“Yep, your favourite ones.” She says. “For when you wake up.” She adds.

“You’re very sweet, and I can’t believe you visited everyday.” You tell her.

“Well why wouldn’t I?” She asks and you shrug.

“Well you do have a life and I’m sure you’ve gotten asked out on dates.” You tell her.

“I did, I just declined all of them. Besides, since you’ve been in my life, we pretty much see each other everyday, and not just because our classrooms are across the hall from each other.” She says and you hum.

“Good point.” You tell her and she takes a sip from the can of coke she got with the meal. “Can I have a sip?” You ask her and she passes it to you.

“I mean you stole half my fries so why not my drink.” She jokes and you smile as you take a sip.

“And my body thanks you for the fries and coke.” You say and she chuckles.

“You’re such a goof, I missed you.” She tells you and you grab her hand.

“I’m not going anywhere.” You tell her and she leans forward and kisses you. She pulls back after a second with wide eyes.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have I just-” She starts to apologise but you grab her shirt and pull her back in to kiss her again. “I missed you so much.” She says before she kisses you again.

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Day 9 June 4 Koldern - Destruction Bay 136kms

That place yesterday did have a name but it was the only thing there!

When I first booked this place at Destruction Bay I thought it was only going to be 110kms from Koldern. Then yesterday it came up as 134km. Not Happy!

I decided that if it was windy I would hitch a ride again, otherwise I should be able to make it. There were not a lot of hitching options actually but I might have been able to get a lift. Everything is headed north for the summer.

Yesterday at 4pm there was a huge influx of RV’s . They were ALL heading north.

So today I got up early and was ready to go well before 8am. I had to sit next to the reception building to do my Wordle ( very important ( got it in 2)) and check a few other things.

I still left before 8 and took this photo of the park.

It was a really nice one and I liked the lady, Amanda, too. Last night I had to pay for dinner b but she threw in a few extra salads and baked goods, so it was very enjoyable.

I think I probably haven’t been eating enough and that’s why I’ve lacked a bit of my usual leg power. I haven’t really been hungry but I’m going to make sure I eat enough even if I have to pay ridiculous prices for it.

I wanted to really cover some distance before I stopped for my first break but I really had to stop and take photos of this fantastic reflection in the lake.

As usual I was surrounded by gorgeous scenery all day but it was not a lot different from yesterday. Here’s another lake shot

I pushed on in the cool morning ( Pinkie had been taken out of her sac and donned again). After 55kms I started looking out for somewhere to stop.

It wasn’t until 62kms, halfway up a long hill , that there was a barrier I could sit on. I ate 4 tiny donuts ( revolting!) and some tiny bite sized chocolates , topped up my zinc and lip balm ( I’m getting very conscientious about this now) and continued up the hill.

The next 20kms were unsealed!

Some parts weren’t too bad and Shirley handled it well.

At 93kms there was a really nice rest stop/lookout so rather than waste an opportunity, I stopped for another break.

The road had been moderately hilly all day but had a lot of flat sections as well. I think the wind may have been behind me. 😁

I was keen to get to a place called Burwash Landing at 119kms because I had been told they had a good shop where I would be able to buy reasonably priced groceries. Unfortunately I wasn’t advised that they were closed on Sunday and Monday. The museum was open….it was the only other thing there.

I sat and had a quick snack and drink before heading off for my last 17kms. I thought it would drag by but I actually spotted a bear ahead about 100m up the road. It was on the shoulder and it moved off into the forest. I swerved to the other side of the road when I got close and saw a patch of brown fur glinting in the sun, in amongst the trees when I cycled by. Ooooh!!

10kms on and a car pulled up beside me to warn me they had seen a grizzly by the side of the road about 2kms ahead. I think it was earlier in the day and I figured that the cars coming from the opposite direction would let me know if it was still there.

Anyway, looking out for bears made the kms slip by a lot quicker than just watching the odometer slowly tic over.

I reached Destruction Bay at about 3:30 and paid a fortune for bread, cake and fruit. I’m going to have to buy a restaurant meal again tonight.

I couldn’t get the wifi or my mobile data to work. It occurred to me that my mobile data hadn’t worked since I entered Canada so I played around with the settings and got it to work. Then I played around with the wifi settings and got it to work…..although it keeps dropping out.

Tomorrow is going to be over 100kms again but hope I will reach a decent sized town where I can buy supplies.

[agent-grey-fics]

Dancing in the refrigerator light | Lip Gallagher x reader

Pairing Lip x reader Requested by @ marvelimagines18 

Hey Lexi I was wondering if you could make this video a prompt for reader and Lip Gallagher it would make my whole week thanks babe❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMLnGNVtW/

Warning: none Wordcount: 1728 AN: Thank you for your request honey, I could totally imagine this scenario happening with Lip. I did my best to write something cute but it’s a bit shorter than usual. xoxo Lexi 

It had been a stressful day at the hospital. It all started out fine, you were on a 12-hours shift while one of your close friends was the on-call doctor. You always looked forward to the shifts you could work together. But today was a total shitshow, they had brought in a kid who had seizures every couple of hours and no one seemed to be able to figure out what was going on with him. None of the typical anti-epileptic medication seemed to have an effect on the seizures Cedric, Dr. Moore, had assigned you to watch him closely and ordered you to page him every time the seizures started again, which was a lot. It broke your heart to see the little boy and his family like that. The only good news you got that day was that Dr. Moore had found a drug that controlled his seizures for now. You loved being a paediatrics nurse but a case like this broke your heart, you didn't want to think about the possible brain damage that the boy suffered. ‘Y/n, go home you’re way over your hours and you can’t do anything here.’ Cedric looked at you with compassion as he spoke. He was right. Your shift had started at 6PM the evening before and it was already 8:30. Lip was probably wondering where you were as well. ‘You are sure that I don’t need to do something else before I clock out?’ He shook his head. ‘You already did enough today, now go home to that boyfriend of yours I bet he’s waiting for you.’ A boyish grin found its way to his lips as he spoke and you rolled your eyes at him. The two of you said your goodbyes and you made your way towards the parking lot so you could drive home. It was surprisingly quiet on the road for a Saturday night in Chicago but you didn’t mind. After a day like this you were not sure if you could handle the typical road rage you normally experienced in the city.

‘Honey?’ Twenty minutes later you closed the front door of your apartment behind you and you kicked off your shoes. ‘I’m late I know I’m sorry but there was this kid that they brought in and I just could not leave him any sooner.’ Lip made his way over as he saw the expression on your face, tears welling up in your eyes. You were exhausted. ‘Hey hey, don’t worry about it. Were you able to help the kid?’ ‘In a way, it was rather complicated. The doctors weren’t able to figure out what was going on immediately so it was scary for the parents as well. I’m just glad I’m home.’ A small smile formed on his lips as he held his arms open so you could walk right in. ‘You’re doing amazing things at that hospital y/n, those kids are lucky to have you as their nurse.’ You wrapped your arms around his waist and buried your face in his shoulder. ‘It just gets to me, even after all those years that I’m on the job. It breaks my heart to see them so helpless. Let’s hope that Cedric can figure out what’s wrong with the little boy and that everything will be fine when I return on Saturday.’ Lip softly ran his hand up and down your back to calm your nerves. ‘Did you already eat something?’ You shook your head only now realizing that you were starving, you didn’t eat anything since this morning. ‘Taco Thursday, how sounds that?’ ‘Perfect. Just let me get out of my scrubs first.’ He followed you into the bathroom and you both changed into your pyjamas: grey sweatpants and a band t-shirt for him and an overside t-shirt for you.

Lip pulled you into the kitchen and made you sit on the countertop while he started making dinner. ‘Hey Alexa, put my favourite songs on shuffle.’ ‘Y/n’s favourite songs are playing now.’ Born to Die by Lana Del Rey started playing in the background. You didn’t want the virtual assistant at first, you weren’t that much of a tech nerd but damn that thing came in handy as a sound system. ‘How was your day? Was it busy at the shop?’ A small grin appeared on his lips as he started talking about his day. ‘It was quite calm today actually, me and the boys went for a drink earlier.’ You lifted your eyebrow as he said that he want for a drink. ‘Non-alcoholic drinks of course.’ He reassured you. ‘It was nice actually, Jason and Tammy are expecting by the way.’ Your jaw dropped. ‘No way? That’s nice for them, the baby fever the two of them had was crazy. Glad that it worked out for them.’ The guys from the shop became close friends over time and they became your regular hangout crew. ‘Yeah, you should have seen Jasons’ face as he told us. He was so proud, it was really cute to see him so happy actually.’ Lip had already cut up some bell peppers and onions as he started baking some veggie minced meat. You were grateful that he was cooking because if you were alone you would have ordered takeout or simply not eaten. 

The two of you were at a steady moment in your life actually. You and Lip went all the way back to when he still lived with his siblings on North Wallace. It was an on again off again kind of relationship but in the end, the two of you always found your way back to each other knowing that you had a special connection. He was turning thirty while you just turned twenty-eight and life was great. You both had steady jobs, bought an apartment together and had an amazing friend group. You both loved kids but just for as long as they weren’t yours and you were glad that you were on the same page on that topic. You would give your life for the kids at the hospital but you could leave them and go to your peaceful home. Just perfect. ‘I bet that they will be great parents, we can be the cool aunt and uncle you laughed.’ Lip looked at you with a mischievous look in his eyes. ‘Oh boy, we can cover for them if they sneak around after their curfew and pick them up after parties their parents don’t know about.’ You started laughing. ‘You will have to wait another sixteen years for that mate, we can babysit and buy them cute gifts in the meantime.’ Lip pushed a filled taco shell in your hands. ‘Here, taco’s Gallagher style.’ That just meant that there was nothing more than the veggie minced meat, peppers and onions in the taco but you learned to appreciate it over the years. ‘My favourite style.’ You said before you took a bite of the hot mixture. ‘Thanks, didn’t realize how hungry I was.’ 

The two of you ate in silence, you sitting on the counter while Lip stood next to you. This moment was more than welcome after your busy day. Your peaceful moment got interrupted by Love Is Strange, the song from dirty dancing. It was one of your favourite movies of all time, their love story reminded you of your own relationship. A bad boy meets an innocent girl and they fall in love. Lip bumped against your shoulder while he had a boyish grin on his face and started to hum along with the music. He pretended to play the guitar with his hands in the air and it made you laugh. ‘Oh God, what are you doing?’ It was when the famous part started that he placed his plate down and stood in front of you ‘Sylvia?’ You didn’t answer and just shook your head while laughing as placed your plate on the countertop next to you. ‘How do you call your loverboy?’ He looked at you with a mischievous grind waiting for you to join in while he kept playing the air guitar. ‘Come here lover boy.’ You tried to say in your most serious voice but you failed because Lip made you laugh when he did some air guitar solo. ‘And if he doesn’t answer?’ ‘Oh lover boy?’ You crawled from the countertop and started swaying to the beat of the music. ‘And if he still doesn’t answer?’ ‘Oh I simply say, baby. Oh baby.’ Lip placed his hands on your hips so he could pull you against his body so the two of you could dance to the beat. ‘My sweet baby.’ You softly traced your hands over his chest as you sang the words with a big smile on your face. ‘You’re the one.’ The two of you burst out laughing whiles you were swaying in each other's arms. The two of you pretended to play the guitar pieces on air guitars. ‘Baby, oh baby. My sweet baby.’ He placed a quick kiss on your lips, both having big grins on your face as he did. ‘You’re the one.’  

The song ended and the two of you were standing in the middle of your kitchen with your arms around each other with big smiles on your faces. “O Children” from Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds started  to fill the room before any of you said a word and Lip pulled you in closer and softly started swaying the both of you to the rhythm of the song. ‘Forgive us now for what we've done, It started out as a bit of fun.’ Lip murmured the words against your hair as the two of you were dancing. It was a sad song but you loved the way it was composed, it made you feel things even if you didn’t understand what the singer had written it about. ‘Thank you, I needed this.’ It was only a soft mumble but loud enough so he could hear you. ‘I love you y/n.’ A small smile spread across your lips as he looked down at you. You reached up so you could gently press your lips against his. ‘I love you Lip.’ You buried your head against his shoulder and sniffed his familiar scent. This was what home felt like. 

[jihyocentric]

hi lumi happy holidays! ☺️ I would like to propose an idea after watching the 2nd season of TTT crime scene between g!p boss myoui, chief park and g!p detective yoo

detective yoo comes back from vacation and catches up on the latest events, overhearing about chief park’s past relationship with boss myoui and becomes jealous due to their secret relationship behind closed doors and probs bc she has a big ass crush on park. the detective glares at the mafia boss every time they pay a visit to see their young prodigal and stares daggers into their head when she sees her leader and the boss chitchatting.

she can’t help it. when she’s get together with the chief for a quickie, she becomes possessive and marks her so she can show that damn bastard who she belonged to, as a declaration of power. now boss myoui becomes competitive and plays along with this little game.

tis a proposal, the ball is in your court! :)

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anonie, i'm totally writing this bc you haven't been here in a long time and absolutely NOT because i'm eager to write jeonghyo...

this rq reminds me of this fanart! hope it's good enough, i literally don't remember anything of TTT crime scene 1 & 2

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when jeongyeon arrived at work after enjoying her vacation, the first thing she heard wasn't a welcome back or a good morning from her workmates. instead, she was greeted by momo and dahyun's voices, both of them gossiping about their chief's love life. jeongyeon was mortified for a minute, she thought no one suspected about her and jihyo's affair. that's until she notices they're not talking about her, but about myoui mina, a mafia boss that was constantly visiting their station in order to see her culprit.

"i saw them talking inside the office the other day and chief park seemed really... flustered. it was weird to see." dahyun tells momo, without knowing jeongyeon was near enough to hear it, keeping her voice low. "and myoui kissed her hand before leaving, too. i believe the rumors we heard were true, they were most likely in a relationship."

jeongyeon doesn't want to hear any more of that. she makes noise as she approaches them, on purpose, for them to notice she's there. jeongyeon places two cups of coffee, gladly still warm as she bought them before heading to work. she doesn't greet them as nicely as she would, her head filled with anger because jihyo hadn't told her about having a relationship with myoui mina.

"what time does myoui usually arrive?" jeongyeon asks, placing both of her hands on top of the table, scaring momo and dahyun who were supposed to be working and not chit chatting.

"a-around nine." momo gulps. jeongyeon looks at the watch on her wrist. it's 8:30, and jeongyeon smiles at the mischievous thought that goes into her head. "we missed you jeong... yeon."

momo doesn't have the chance to finish her sentence as jeongyeon walks away quickly, leaving both her and dahyun speechless. she doesn't knock on jihyo's door, instead makes her way into her office abruptly, placing the coffee she'd brought to jihyo over the desk.

"why didn't you tell me you used to date myoui mina?" jeongyeon asks, after two weeks without seeing jihyo. the chief's face light up as soon as she sees jeongyeon, but what her girlfriend (not exactly, but something like that) says makes her freeze in spot.

jihyo gets up from her seat, not quite meeting jeongyeon's height as the detective was almost a head taller than her. "how did you find out?"

"so it's true?" jeongyeon huffs out, feeling stupid for not noticing it. the glances myoui would give towards jihyo should've been enough for her to realize there was something going on between them. "did you even miss me? because from what i heard, you were too busy getting acquainted with myoui here in this very office while i wasn't around."

"who even told you that... of course i missed you, jeong!" jihyo is quick to defend herself, reaching jeongyeon's hands and interlocking their fingers. "i like you a lot. mina and i have history but we're done. i'm with you, not her."

jeongyeon holds jihyo's hands and make the chief walk around the desk in order to face her. "prove it."

jihyo frowns, confused. "how?"

jeongyeon inches closer, bringing her face down so that their noses were touching. "take off your clothes and i'll show you."

jihyo wants to say no. they were still at work, after all, and jihyo would never have sex with jeongyeon at work. they always did it outside, mostly in one of their cars or their houses. as the chief, jihyo brings a 'no' to her lips that she can't quite voice, because soon jeongyeon does it for her and removes the first piece of clothing off her body. jihyo sighs when she feels a wet kiss on her neck and a hand sneakily gripping her breast over the shirt.

"c-close the curtains." jihyo says, finally reminding that if anybody looked towards her office, they'd see them. unless the curtains were closed.

jeongyeon does just so, and jihyo shamefully uses the time to take off her shirt. she would be lying if she said she didn't miss being with jeongyeon. after weeks without the detective, having to rely on a couple of toys that would never compare to jeongyeon, jihyo was aching for jeongyeon to take her. her brain told her that that was wrong, that she shouldn't be fulfilling her needs inside the office, let alone when she had just about minutes before mina knocked on the door to have a small talk — something that had become customary by now. even then, jihyo still wanted jeongyeon.

while jihyo had many worries, all jeongyeon could think about was jihyo talking to myoui mina later on, with her load stuffed in her, hair messy unlike the neat way jihyo liked to have it, and hickeys all over her neck. the main reason why jeongyeon was so eager to have jihyo was to make a mess of her chief and leave her uneasy right before her now sworn rival, myoui mina, arrived to pay a visit to jihyo. jeongyeon might not know everything that went on while she was gone, but she certainly wouldn't stay behind.

the detective watched as jihyo took off her clothes and folded them neatly, worried they might get crumpled. jeongyeon doesn't worry about her own clothes that much, all she does is open the zipper of her pants, not even minding to open the belt, and slip her cock out, already half hard from seeing jihyo naked. it's been a long time since she got the chance to have some quality time with her favorite workmate, so jeongyeon was longing for this.

the detective passes her hands behind jihyo's thighs, lifting the smaller woman so that she could sit on the desk. it was spacious enough to fit her, but jeongyeon still pushed some things to the side, giving them enough space.

"so wet for me already, chief park." jeongyeon says, fingers brushing against jihyo's folds, full of slick.

jihyo blushes. detective yoo has always been quite the tease, but she felt more sensitive than the usual, much due to the lack of touch and attention she'd received from jeongyeon for the last few days. jeongyeon's kisses, her fingers squeezing her nipples and the heavy shaft resting on top of her core weren't helping at all, only making her more desperate to be filled, forgetting her position as the chief of the station as jeongyeon breaks her, little by little.

"don't call me that when we're- ah!" jihyo moans, almost too loud, when jeongyeon slips her tip inside, only to pull away next. "don't tease me!"

"i won't." jeongyeon licks her lips. "turn around for me, ass up and hands on the table."

"we've got to be quick." jihyo says before she does what she was told.

jeongyeon's hand fall hard against her ass, making jihyo whimper quietly. "i know."

jeongyeon finally sinks into her and jihyo almost cries tears of relief. jeongyeon might be trying to push mina's buttons with that and show her how much jihyo was already hers, but jihyo, innocently enough, just wanted jeongyeon inside her — all over her, whispering sweet nothings in her ear while she filled her deeper than her fingers and any of her toys could reach. the detective leaves her traces over jihyo's skin, she makes sure jihyo's neck is bruised enough for people to notice that those marks couldn't be an allergy or anything of that kind, but a stain that could only be left there by a person.

jihyo is so taken by her pleasure that jeongyeon resorts to silencing her with her hand over her mouth, muffling the pretty sounds coming out from her mouth, her hips moving so fast that the chief was being squished between the desk and jeongyeon's weight. the detective pounds hard and fast into her, making jihyo cry out, blessedly so, and when jeongyeon's free hand squeezes her chest and pinches her nipple, her walls tightening hard around jeongyeon's girth. jihyo meekly holds onto the desk, jeongyeon unfazed by the tears that escape from the corner of the chief's eyes. those were a consequence of how good jihyo felt with jeongyeon was lodged up in her.

"that's what i like to see." jeongyeon mutters under her breath. "aren't you such a good little slut for my cock, chief park?"

"jeongyeon," jihyo whines, her breathing ragged. she hopes nobody was near her office, or else they'd certainly hear the sounds of jeongyeon's thrusts and grunts, and her own moans, despite them being contained by jeongyeon's hands. "i'm coming!"

and she does, coming so hard that it brings jeongyeon to her own peak, feeling jihyo clench and grip her cock harshly, dripping to her thighs with her own slick. jeongyeon feels weak while she comes, but she still humps jihyo's ass until she's sure none of her load would leak out. at least not before myoui mina passed by, because she wanted jihyo to remind of her and how well her cock filled her earlier when she looked at mina later. not only that, but jeongyeon also wanted mina to notice the freshly made hickeys decorating the silky skin of jihyo's neck, smiling at the thought of myoui knowing that she made chief park her personal toy.

as both of them get dressed, jeongyeon looks at her watch. if momo was right, mina was going to arrive in no time. she helps jihyo get dressed and leaves a button of her shirt opened on purpose, her hair not nearly as neat as jihyo would've liked, and the best part was that there was no way to hide the hickeys on the chief's neck without makeup.

jeongyeon kisses jihyo's forehead and leaves her office then, with a convinced smirk on her face that myoui mina catches when she's making her way into chief park's office. much to her surprise, jihyo looks disheveled, flushed and her neck is red. it doesn't take her much thinking to realize what was going on. mina doesn't close the door. she stands there and looks at chief park, then at detective yoo, and something sparks inside her. she was about to have a lot of fun.

game on, it's what she thinks.