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golbrocklovely · 2 years ago

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i'm gonna rant about this for two seconds just bc i saw a lot of stuff about it on twitter and don't really feel like bitching about it there lol

so the teen wolf movie… i knew from the get go this was gonna end up being shit the moment dylan wasn't gonna be in it sksks

but what i've heard about this movie (bc highkey i ain't gonna watch it sorry), it somehow is worse than imagined.

i used to love teen wolf. literally watched it as it was airing. used to have a blog dedicated to it, used to do live recaps on my personal tumblr. i loved that show. but i started to not care about it around season 4/5ish. basically, they introduced too many characters and i just didn't care about a single one of them. hilariously one of the characters i despise is now loved deeply (theo) so… go figure.

but what i don't understand is… why are any of you surprised that jeff davis did what jeff davis does best and fucked up teen wolf?

like this man was notoriously hated for years in the fandom after season 3 bc everything he did to the characters sucked ass. and then topping all of that off, the queerbaiting. that man originated it (not really, but you get my point) so why are you guys surprised that he basically did all of this again just a decade or more later??

of course this movie was a cash grab and not really meant to bring back the love or respect the fans' love for this story. it was just to make money and keep the property rights going.

personally, if i was going to make a teen wolf movie, this is what i would have done:

the overall theme of the movie - letting go of the past.

assuming you could get most of the cast to come back, this is how the movie would have went: after everyone graduated high school (at least the main cast like scott, lydia, stiles, malia, that group), they all immediately left BH. maybe even make it seem like it was a supernatural reason or something, like something pushed them away from BH but they didn't know it at the time. years later, scott is starting to see visions of allison again, like how this movie alluded to it in the trailers. have the others start to see it too. maybe they even see past monsters coming back and haunting them, which makes them all go back to BH. imagine it kinda like in "it" where all the adult versions of the kids didn't remember their old home town, but once they are told about it, they are drawn back. kinda sorta like that.

they get to BH and everything seems okay-ish. hell, maybe you can even make it where it's their 10 year hs anniversary or something just so you get to see all the familiar faces. all of sudden, old monsters that they have fought and killed before come back. bring out all the old hits, maybe some new ones - idk. then, have allison appear. but she's not how she used to be.

she's now void!allison.

each of the main characters has to go on their own journey and fight their own battles - past monsters they once faced they now have to deal with again. there is a bigger monster controlling all of the older monsters (maybe it's void!allison or maybe it's someone pretending that it's her) and if these monsters aren't defeated by the red moon (or some other bs werewolf lore shit that can be made up idk) these monsters will ACTUALLY come back and start killing all the citizens of BH bc in the current period they are only half as strong as they could be. and make it bc, as deaton had mentioned oh so many years ago, BH is a beacon for the supernatural. and something buried deep in BH is drawing this Main Monster to create and resurrect all of these old monsters.

and the whole point of the movie is showing that even tho they moved away from BH and continued living, none of them ever really moved on from what happened to them. you can have malia have to face off against her mother again. lydia maybe is back in eichen house or something. as for derek and scott, they are facing bigger issues.

scott - he has to get over losing his first love, allison. especially since in this state, she is trying to constantly kill him and his pack. he never truly got over her death, and so in the end… he has to kill her. bc realistically allison wouldn't want to be fighting him or trying to kill him or any of her friends. and more she is "alive" the less like her she is being. she is becoming more and more a monster, and scott knows that that isn't something she would want. maybe even have it where the Big Monster offers him the chance to have her be actually resurrected and not just used as a puppet if he relinquishes his powers to the Big Monster.

derek - he has to face his fears and forgive himself of his family's death (along with his first love's death as well). just a lot of forgiveness on his part, especially since now he has a kid. his kid shouldn't inherent the trauma that derek has had just bc he never truly got over it. have derek face off not only against past monsters, but maybe against himself. the Big Monster might try to persuade him to die and give up his powers bc he'll at least be with his family again. maybe derek finally realizes that he isn't alone in this world bc he has family living rn. and this makes him want to keep fighting.

and this would be a great time to note that if dylan didn't want to come back like he did irl, you can blame it on him being a human and not a supernatural being. or idk, come up with a bs reason like he's overseas taking care of the kids that he and lydia clearly and definitely had bc they are meant to be together.

they are just able to defeat their past demons, and they all band together and defeat the Big Monster in some way or another. all the other side characters that have existed can be included in each of the main casts' stories in one way or another. maybe have them be each other's tether or whatever. idk, i'm not working out all the kinks bc i ain't writing this.

in the end, they all live, maybe one of them can have a moment of almost dying - but they all make it out in the end. allison is still dead tho, bc she is meant to be dead. even tho it's heartbreaking, it's a part of life that scott can now finally accept and move on from. much like the rest of the characters and their past. they are finally healed.

see… wouldn't that have been better than whatever the fuck happened in the movie lol

#part of me wants to write this but like... it ain't gonna happen lol #i don't know all the lore of teen wolf anymore and i'm not about to relearn all of it #highkey everything after void!stiles was shit let's be honest #personal #text #do i tag this as teen wolf? idk #the fanbase on here is a bit... intense lol

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us-the-voices-and-more-voices-2 · 10 months ago

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everyday I have to like be like "oh yeah remember that time tommyinnit and Tubbo from Minecraft got irl actual married for the bit and just.. are married now?"

like, crazy shit happens in the Minecraft YouTube sphere.

if you don't know about the potato wars idk where you were.

literally, uh psychological warfare over being the top potato grower in in hypixals skyblock.

it ended up being 5 months of full on psychological warfare, game breaking glitches, and no sleep.

here's the link to it. its fucking amazing.

(rest easy techno)

there was also that time Philza Minecraft, after playing a hardcore Minecraft world for like almost 5ish years died to a baby zombie (rip)

then if you are cringe like me, and know most of the dream smp lore

(I know right I am the cringe)

you got literally the weirdest most crazy and fucked up lore I've heard in a long time.

some highlights include!

Georgenotfound literally sleeping through the entirety of everything. (as in irl and canonically)

shlatt canonically getting his corpse desecrated and cannibalised (after he died of a heart attack)

dream's sister (drista) being a prominent godlike character.

twitch prime as a religion (this isn't even a joke it's a whole BIG plotline)

C!Tommy's everything (the exile arc has a special place in my heart)

the whole series started bc of a drug van (no joke)

Hamilton? yes a vast majority of the Dream smp is Hamilton the musical actually.

queer platonic rep is real

ranboo in the corner be like "I forgor" (plus self harm)

quackity is a casino owner and bisexual, and this is why the horrors happen.

Charlie C!slimecicle is actually a primordial goo slime, and fakes being human for like 85% of the series

aliens are real

C!Wilbur soot and C!Tommy have intense mental breakdowns, the entire series hinges on those mental breakdowns

philza Minecraft is married to death

idk how else to describe the whole dynamic C!dream and C!tommy have for the entire series. uh, fucked up manipulation to the point of suicide (canonically)

C!Tubbo being an actual war mongerer (plus that time in the pogtopia arc)

mpreg is real

fundy is in the cannon trans, and also the son of a fish and a human. (sally salmon, and Wilbur soot.)

one of the characters is actually isekai'd into the Minecraft world it's not revealed until the literal end of the series that this happened.

eret is actually a monarch

so much drugs, so many drugs. this series is half story half drugs I am not joking.

ghosts are real and are in fact the happier versions of the living

limbo is real and every day outside of limbo is like 2 months

is C!dream a god? or is he fucking crazy? the jury Is still out

all the gods of the dream smp are in fact variations of dream.

kidnapping, so much kidnapping.

pet's have more of a thematic thread than almost everything in this series.

and so much more, god so much more.

I suggest picking someone's POV and sticking with it, but god it's just chaos.

this is literally 10% of what happens in the dream smp.

I am not even getting into like even half of the Minecraft YouTube extended universe.

you would be so surprised how interconnected it is.

Again I am reminded of the absolute insanity that is MCYT/MCRP

#-pop #mcyt #dream smp

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stardustbarbarians · 2 years ago

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I posted 298 times in 2022

That's 298 more posts than 2021!

91 posts created (31%)

207 posts reblogged (69%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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@streamsofstardust

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I tagged 143 of my posts in 2022

#greta van fleet - 59 posts

#sam kiszka - 51 posts

#jake kiszka - 50 posts

#danny wagner - 50 posts

#josh kiszka - 50 posts

#greta van fic - 49 posts

#josh gvf - 31 posts

#danny gvf - 28 posts

#sammy gvf - 28 posts

#jake gvf - 26 posts

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#speak now by taylor swift is an incredible album and i will not apologize for this

My Top Posts in 2022:

I Hear the River Say Your Name

Chapter 1 (ch. 2 | ch. 3 | ch. 4 | ch. 5 | ch. 6 | ch. 7)

A Josh Kiszka / fem!reader fic

Summary: Even before you were dating, you and Josh had been friends for years. You didn't see anything changing between you anytime soon. Then one day, you wake up and Greta Van Fleet doesn't exist and Josh isn't your boyfriend.

Tags: fluff, angst, a brief moment where you and Josh fight in middle school, getting together

A/N: That Sammy fic is coming, don't worry! This one just put a chokehold on me and it was all I could write. This will be a multi-chapter fic, but I don't see it being particularly long, maybe about 5ish chapters. Without any further ado, enjoy!

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You and Josh had been together for years now and you didn’t see that changing anytime soon. Ever since you two were kids, everyone around you joked that you two would get married and grow old together.

You remember the time when you and Josh were playing house one day when you were really young. Jake was there too, pretending to be a dog while Josh played the husband and you played the wife. The three of you were completely lost within the world you had built in your minds, reality acting as nothing more than the set design for your scenario. All three of you had failed to notice that it was starting to get dark and that you needed to get back to the house before sunset, prompting Mrs. Kiszka to come and find you when you didn’t respond to her calling your names.

“Kids, do you realize what time it is?” she questioned, that maternal concern laced into her words.

“Sorry mom, we were just playing,” Josh rushed to explain, breaking character for the first time in hours.

“Oh, yeah? What were you playing that was so interesting?” She had placed her hands onto her hips, harkening back to the way your own mother would do that when she was scolding you.

“BARK!” Jake exclaimed, still down on all fours on the grass.

“House,” you translated for Mrs. Kiszka.

“Oh, I see. Is Jake your dog, then?”

“He’s our dog!” Josh clarified rather petulantly, his arms coming to cross over his chest with an annoyed huff.

Mrs. Kiszka smiled at that, her anger at you guys for not following the rules dissipated. “‘Our dog’? You picked Josh to be your husband again?”

You shook your head no. That wasn’t what happened.

“Jake wanted to be my husband this time but Josh wouldn’t let him and then Jake started to be my husband anyway, but Josh got mad and started to yell that he always played my husband and then he pushed Jake and then Jake pushed him back and then they started to fight and I had to yell at them to stop and then ran to go and tell on them for fighting and then they stopped fighting and Jake let Josh be my husband,” you explained in the rambling way that six year olds do.

Because you had just barely aged out of being a toddler, you failed to notice the amused yet knowing look on the twin’s mother’s face. Looking back at this memory, you came to realize that Mrs. Kiszka could see right through her oldest son like he was bathing in windex.

“I see. I guess he just wants to practice for the future,” she not so subtly implied.

“I don’t wanna marry her!” Josh sputtered, his face turning a bright red.

Mrs. Kiszka just smiled down at her son, you and Jake watching Josh as he began to glare grumpily at his mother.

“Whatever you say, dear,” Mrs. Kiszka placated, gently pushing Josh towards the house.

This teasing lasted well into your teenage years and it only got more aggressive the older you two got. Everyone would joke about you two getting together, calling you Josh’s girlfriend and vice versa, constantly hinting about how you two should kiss… It was like a broken record that played 24/7.

It was especially bad in middle school, to the point that it strained your friendship. Josh would stop talking to you as much and, on really bad days, not at all. There was even a period of time in seventh grade where Josh ignored you entirely. It only lasted two months, but it was one of the worst two months of your life. You had felt so isolated and alone, crying almost every night that your best friend wouldn’t so much as give you a glance when you called his name.

Jake was still friendly with you, but it was clear that he was in a really awkward position. While it was unspoken, it was clear he didn’t want to pick sides in the strange war that his brother had initiated.

“You can’t ask him why?”

“You already know I have, Sunny, and he wouldn’t tell me.” He was trying to be compassionate, but he was tired of having this conversation for the hundredth time.

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Imagine Being Loved By Me

A Sam Kiszka / fem!reader fic

Summary: As a goddess, it can be hard to find partners. No one deserves your attention… no one worships you like you deserve. That is, until you meet someone finally worthy of you. (Inspired by Hozier’s Talk)

Tags: VERY MUCH 18+ MDNI, fem!dom, masc!sub, basically you’re a goddess of lust, pillow princess!Sam, slight bondage, objectification, oral (both m & f), religious imagery

A/N: This took way longer than expected to complete, but it's finally done! Also, happy birthday to the queen of pillow princess!Sam: @fictional-duchess enjoy my love.

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You had walked the earth many times before. While it’s not the preferred form that you liked to take, you had to admit that it had its benefits. For starters, it was very hard to interact with the humans without a corporeal form, and meddling with mortals was the whole point.

That was the very reason you found yourself walking amongst the humans: you were incredibly bored playing goddess. Some entertainment was much needed after sitting up in the cosmos for a few decades.

Before you started to frequent earth, humanity hadn’t even put themselves on the moon yet. So much has changed in such little time, especially technology. You had to admit, you found yourself to be impressed by what these mortals were creating despite their limited knowledge and resources compared to your Pantheon.

Another thing you were glad to have improved was the night life. The 1950s party scene was nothing compared to the vast amount of clubs and bars that were around now. It made your adventures so much more exciting and easier.

This time, you chose to venture to the United States; Asia had begun to bore you. There really was no reason why you had picked Detroit, it just seemed right. Though, you were beginning to believe that your instincts were failing you.

Bleu Detroit seemed promising at first, but you quickly realized that not a single mortal at the club interested you. None of them deserved your attention nor your mere presence. Yet, you stayed.

There was a reason that you felt the need to go there and you were going to find out why. So you suffered through every human that approached you; unable to resist the natural pull they felt towards you. So far, the only amusing thing that had occurred was a memorable woman who asked you to have sex with her as the first words she spoke to you. You were almost tempted to accept if it weren’t for the instinct that told you she wasn’t the reason you were there.

There at least was a good amount of lust hanging in the air that satiated your appetite enough to tide you over. The rum you had been throwing down your throat also helped. Alcohol doesn’t affect you like it does a human, so the twentieth glass you ordered just barely gave you a buzz.

After wasting an hour and half perched on your seat at a booth towards the back turning away mortal after mortal, you were going to call it quits and try your luck at a different club. You heard promising things about this place called the Viper Room in California, maybe you ought to give it a try.

There also was always the option of going to a strip club, but that was a last resort. The debauchery there was always available, but it didn’t feel genuine. Manufactured lust, as you liked to call it. The best way you could describe it was to equate it to a fast food joint. The quality was always shitty, but it was always available and consistently shitty. That’s why clubs like Bleu Detroit were your preferred destinations. They were more like a Michelin star restaurant.

Just as you were about to give up and head over to California, you felt a shift in the atmosphere. The once dull yet ever present undercurrent of lust that permeated the air of the club was suddenly so overwhelming and potent that it just about knocked the wind out of you. The twenty plus drinks of hard liquor pulsing through your bloodstream had nothing on the intense aphrodisiac that abruptly surged through the atmosphere. Your senses swam as you realized that your instincts were as reliable as ever.

The reason that you came to this club in the first place just walked through the door, but you had yet to spot who it was. Your gut was alerting you that they still resided near the entrance of the building, but that’s all you knew.

You call it “your instincts” but in reality, it was your goddess powers. You always hated the way that sounded and “instinct” came as close to the truth as possible.

Now that you knew that your new worthy subject of desire was within arms reach, you were eager to lay your eyes on them. However, if they truly were as worthy of your attention as you believed, they would come to you without your having to interfere. That being said, you never were much of a patient deity. So what if you gave them a little bit of a nudge in your direction, it's not like planting the idea to get a drink into the person’s mind would make them any less deserving of you.

The closer they approached, the more intoxicated you became. You could tell almost immediately that this one would stand out from the rest of your lovers. Though, once you had the thought, it made a surge of disgust go through you. What a cliché.

Your senses got so incredibly overwhelmed that you could feel your eyes start to water as a group of four incredibly attractive men strode past you. Intrigued and also knowing that one of them was your new lover, you stopped the flow of time. Gracefully removing yourself from your seat despite your stilettos, you approached the group.

The first thing that you notice is that the two leading the group were shorter than the men following them. The next thing that you notice is that three of them were brothers; the two leading being twins.

The one man that wasn’t related by blood to the other three was truly a specimen. For a fleeting moment, you thought he was the lucky man of the night; he certainly had the looks for it. Sculpted arms adorned his figure that boasted the strenuous activities they were able to withstand. His hair fell in tightly coiled locks with half of it pulled up into a ponytail. If it had been any other circumstances, he would’ve been your first choice. But something in your gut told you that he wasn’t the one.

Your instincts were screaming at you that the man standing immediately to his left was the one who was driving your senses wild. Obeying their command, your eyes slid over to the man in question and had all the air ripped from your lungs. You were glad that you had stopped time; there was absolutely no way that you would let any puny human know just how badly they affected you.

Having said that, there was no stopping your jaw from falling open as you gazed upon your partner. He had brown eyes just like the others in his group, but unlike the others they had such dimension and personality you found it easy to get lost in them. You always had a thing for wavy/curly hair, and this just proved it. His hair seemed to cascade down in a waterfall of perfectly satin waves that shone under the vibrant lights of the club. He possessed a jawline so chiseled and sharp, you knew that the gods in your Pantheon would be envious of him. His lips were pulled into a devious yet confident smirk that made you weak in the knees. The man’s skin seemed to glow and radiate under the lights from the club and seemed to be clear of any imperfections. Part of you thought that it was one of the gods in your Pantheon in front of you, but if that were true then he wouldn’t be frozen in front of you.

You could go on about every attribute of this man and even then that would not do him justice. It was while you were taking in every detail you could that you vowed to never mistrust your instincts ever again.

You wanted to reach out and touch him, to run your fingers through his silky hair or trace his collarbone with your fingertips, but resisted. You may be a goddess, but you understood the concept of consent and boundaries.

Unable to wait any longer, you reclaimed your seat at the bar and resumed time. It would be less than a minute before he would spot you, but even that was too long. You had to force yourself from tracking his steps over to the bar, gluing your eyes to the drink in front of you. For fuck’s sake, you were a goddess, pull yourself together.

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Too Pretty For War

Chapter 2 (ch. 1 | ch. 3 | ch. 4 | ch. 5 | ch. 6 | ch. 7)

A Samuel Kiszka / fem!reader fic

Summary: The only way for Prince Sam to end a war is by marrying the enemy.

Tags: Prince!Sam, war, arranged marriage, enemies to lovers

A/N: I bet you weren't expecting this, were ya. I am overwhelmed by the response this is getting! Truly I can't thank you guys enough <3 Your admiration keeps me going! It's finals right now so I imagine this will be updated a lot as I tend to use fics as my outlet for stress, however I can't make any promises. As always, this series is dedicated to @safety-sam. Without any further ado, enjoy! <3

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Nightfall had befallen Athens. The world was sheathed in a dark shroud save for the few specks of starlight fighting the dark. The fire of torches also joined in the star’s rebellion, their soft glow casting dim light in the prince’s room. As the flames danced along to the song of the ocean breeze, they projected shadows that moved along to the beat of the tune. It was a calming scene to behold. It would’ve been, had it not been for the worried royal injecting the air with his anxiety.

“All you are achieving is creating a trench in your floor.” The prince snapped his gaze over to his advisor, noting how he seemed unaware of the crushing weight Sam felt.

“Forgive me, Daniel. But the entire fate of thousands of men’s lives rests upon my ability to secure a marriage with this woman! So, pardon me if I seem a little tense!” Sam snapped, only halting his pacing to look the scholar in the eyes. He continued again right after he finished his outburst, feeling as if he could scratch all of his skin off.

Daniel remained quiet. There was no arguing with Sam on that; he held the fate of his country on his shoulders and that was not an easy weight to bear.

“I feel like a gift pony,” Samuel lamented, his hands pulling at his silken toga as well as tanging his fingers in his intricately dressed hair. He gazed longingly at the ocean, hearing her call him to her waters.

“Well, you are one, in a way,” Daniel asserted, taking in how his best friend looked. He wore his finest sandals, the straps crossing across his toned calves and stopping below his knee. His mulberry toga kept him modest above the knee, the silk draping from his right shoulder while his left was fitted with an intricate gold piece of shoulder armor that was very clearly decorative rather than practical on his left that coiled down his bicep. His hair, before Sam had ruined it, had been pulled up into an intricate and entrancing coil of skill, but now half of it was hanging down onto the back of his neck.

“Thank you, Daniel.” If looks could kill, Samuel’s best friend would’ve dropped dead then and there.

Chuckling to himself, Daniel stood up from his seat and gently guided the prince to take his place. Sam did so without protest, collapsing into the chair as the scholar stood behind him.

“Let’s see if we can salvage this,” Daniel muttered, carefully removing the golden wreath adorning his best friend’s head. Samuel winced as a few strands of hair were pulled by the crown, but he didn’t get angry.

“This is doomed. I was not made for this. I will cause Athens’ demise,” the prince groaned, feeling as if he could cry. He was sitting forward resting his elbows on his knees before the scholar placed a hand on his shoulder and pulled him so that he was sitting upright.

“Please, calm your worries. I will be right beside you the whole time,” his best friend soothed, his fingers running through Sam’s hair helping quell some of his anxiety.

The room went silent once again as Samuel got lost in his thoughts, the gentle brush of Daniel’s fingers calming him by each passing second. This wasn’t supposed to be his job. Samuel was supposed to take on a small area to govern and otherwise just stand there and look pretty.

“Alright. It is by no means what Ronnie’s maid was able to achieve, but I believe it’s passable,” the scholar declared, a note of pride in his voice as he admired his handiwork. Hearing it brought a tiny smile to the prince’s lips.

Samuel’s crown was placed back onto his head, the leaves gouging into his skin. There was a moment where it felt as if the scholar was drinking in the prince’s appearance, documenting each detail. Samuel wrote it off as him attempting to see anything he could possibly fix that was askew. However, it was hard for him to explain the hitch in his best friend’s breath as Sam looked over his shoulder at him.

“Are you ready?”

“No,” the prince instantly admitted, his head bowing. He was by no means ready for what was to come.

Now standing in front of his best friend, the scholar held out his hand. Sam regarded it before exhaling a deep sigh and placing his hand in Daniel’s. He was pulled up from his chair rather reluctantly, Daniel patting Sam on the shoulder before dropping his hand slowly.

“Remember, I’ll be right by your side. You have nothing to fear,” Daniel reassured, opening the door for his prince.

Staring at the gaping hole of the open door, Sam steeled himself and transformed into the royal he was required to be. Setting his shoulders back, he strode out of the safety of his bedroom and into the uncertainty of the future.

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Just as had been discussed, Samuel was to meet his family in the throne room. The Spartan princess had arrived the night prior but wouldn’t be properly introduced to the prince until the next night. Walking into that symbolic room, he found comfort in the gaze of his mother. She was clothed in black, still mourning the loss of her second son weeks after she had learned of his demise.

Just as promised, Daniel stuck to his best friend’s side as he made towards the front of the room. He stood front and center, on display for their guests. Daniel was off to the side but would be directly next to the prince within a moment should he need it.

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Too Pretty For War

Chapter 1 (ch. 2 | ch. 3 | ch. 4 | ch. 5 | ch. 6 | ch. 7)

A Samuel Kiszka / fem!reader fic

Summary: The only way for Prince Sam to end a war is by marrying the enemy.

Tags: Prince!Sam, war, arranged marriage, enemies to lovers, angst

Trigger Warnings: blood, death, nightmares, grief

A/N: Hi uhhhh I wasn't expecting to finish part one tonight but here were are. This fic is dedicated to @safety-sam whom this fic would not exist without her daring me to write it. If you read my other fics you'll know I like to name my fics after songs, but this time the title comes from me uttering the exact words of the title upon see the AI generate warrior Sam. As always, I appreciate your feedback <3. Please enjoy! (Also this is about to be filled with historical inaccuracies but I will try my best to keep it accurate where I can)

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Thirteen years. Thirteen years of war had been tearing apart the country that Sam called home. Ever since the age of ten, battle had been his reality. He has had to sacrifice so much for something so ridiculous, but what he has had to sacrifice pales in comparison to what his people have had to. So many mothers, wives, and children were without their sons, husbands and fathers all in the name of protecting their country over a scuffle that meant nothing.

“Please, father, just attempt to make peace with them. This fighting has gone on long enough,” Samuel pleaded, kneeling in front of the king sitting high atop his throne. Every time he spoke to his father, it always seemed to be while he was on the throne. He never got to speak to his father.

“You beg upon deaf ears, Samuel. Let it go. I will hear you speak of this no further,” the king sternly ordered, his face imitating the marble statues decorating the palace.

Knowing when he had lost, Sam got up from the floor and swept out of the room. He was furious. Couldn’t his father see all the harm he was causing on both sides??

Much like how most conversations with his father ended, the prince sought out his best friend in order to vent his frustrations concerning the king and this war. Without so much as knocking, Samuel stormed into his best friend’s living quarters.

“He will see no reason!!” the royal blared, pacing back and forth across the floor.

“Good evening to you as well, Sam,” Daniel dryly greeted. He was pouring over academic texts that went far beyond the prince’s knowledge. But that’s why he was part of the court in the first place; he was training to become Jake’s advisor.

“Does he not understand the torment and strain he is putting on this kingdom?! If he does not end this war soon, the people will ask for his head!!” Sam continued as if Daniel hadn’t said a word. He had one hand on his hip while his other rubbed at his forehead, the cape he wore brushing against his elbow while his fingers were poked by the heavy gold leaves digging into his scalp.

“You and I both know this is a matter of pride-”

“IS PRIDE WORTH THE BLOOD OF THOUSANDS OF MEN?!”

At his outburst, the room went silent. The pair of friends gazed at one another, Sam’s chest heaving as it attempted to keep pace with his anger. While the scholar’s face was blank, in his eyes Sam saw the compassion and pity swirling in them.

With a deep sigh, Daniel stood up from behind his desk. The prince stayed in his place while the scholar approached. He placed a hand on the prince’s shoulder. This wasn’t the first time this discussion occurred between them. “There is nothing in this world that is worth a person’s blood.”

Sam deflated at the touch. Daniel was one of the handful of people that saw the prince at his most vulnerable; he was the only one of non-blood relation, as well. The prince found himself leaning into the touch, if only slightly. He closed his eyes and let all of his fury seep out and calm at Daniel’s touch.

“Who else needs to die for this war to end?” Sam whispered. It was barely loud enough for Daniel to hear.

He couldn’t see it, but the scholar’s face shifted to one of empathy. He knew the amount of guilt the prince held due to his father’s stubbornness.

Sam suddenly was overly aware of the weight of his golden crown, his head hanging in shame. He felt his friend’s hand brush against his cheek in an act of solidary.

“If you can’t convince him, I’m afraid no one can.”

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After the sun had sleepily slipped below the horizon and the stars and moon partook in their duty of illuminating the inky sky, the prince laid in bed. He hadn’t even seen his father at dinner, the king off making battle plans with his war advisors. That left his mother, his sister Veronica, and Danile at the table. It had been silent and tense. The one person who could diffuse the tension was long gone.

His mind busy with thoughts racing around inside of it, Samuel fell into a restless sleep.

He dreamed of blood, of weapons. Of mothers falling to the ground in mourning for the death of their sons. Out of their mouths was the voice of his own mother, her haunting wailing sending chills down to his bone. Suddenly, it was the queen crumpled to the ground under the weight of her loss. In her arms was none other than Sam’s older brother who was off fighting the war. The crowned prince and next in line for the throne was being cradled by their mother as blood gushed out of a gaping wound in his chest. It gurgled out of his lips as he attempted to speak, his skin turning ever pale as he reached a hand out towards Sam. Before Sam could reach him, his arm went limp. He had lost his brother to the war.

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All the Subliminal Things

A Jake Kiszka / fem!reader fic

Summary: Jake always was a sucker for all the little things about you.

Tags: schedule an appointment with your dentist beforehand because this fluff will rot your teeth, Jake is so madly in love with you (as he should be), getting together, the boys being themselves, blink and you miss it Sanny

Words: 4.2 k

A/N: I'm so sorry that this took so long! Fluff isn't my most comfortable trope to write but I wanted to work outside my comfort zone. Any constructive criticism would be much appreciated! Please enjoy!

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For as long as he can remember, you were a part of Jake’s life. While that wasn’t necessarily true, you were everywhere he looked in his memory. You were his second friend - Josh being his first.

You were the only one who wanted to play with the cardboard building blocks with him.

“Let’s build a fort!” you cried after his wall had tumbled due to one of the other kids tripping and knocking into it.

He was trying not to cry, but he had spent so much time on that wall for it only to be destroyed in a heartbeat.

“It’ll be fun! And harder to knock down,” you continued, beaming down at him.

“Really?” he hopefully replied, looking up at the blurry figure in front of him. Guess his attempts not to cry were fruitless.

“Yeah! We can defend it and we can hide from the others!”

He couldn’t help it, your smile was just so contagious. Jake felt his tears begin to dry as you began collecting the green rectangles scattered across the classroom floor.

The days of his youth began bleeding together, blurring in the way that time tended to pass in. The years began to fly by, his k-12 education over within the blink of an eye. One day he was chasing you with a worm around the playground and the next he was studying for the SATs with you and Josh in his dining room.

“Guys, I need a break. Let’s go do something,” Josh whined, slumping in his seat in a dramatic exhibit of his exhaustion.

“Like what? It’s 11 at night, everything is closed,” Jake refuted, rubbing his forehead to try and subdue a headache.

“Why don’t you guys show me that new song you’re working on?” you suggested, looking up at the ceiling in thought. It was something you’d always done since you were little, something that Jake couldn’t stop himself from smiling at each time he saw it.

“Sam is already in bed and Danny’s parents won’t let him over this late,” Josh sighed.

“Who said we need a rhythm section right now?”

Jake and Josh shared a look with one another, unsure of their next course of action. If they played the song they knew they would want to work on it more; Sam and Danny would be upset if they weren’t involved in the writing process. The twins acknowledged this in their silent conversation to one another, both not wanting to deal with a whiny Sam the next day.

“Do it for me? I won’t tell the boys if you don’t, it can be our little secret,” you whispered, blocking one side of your mouth with your hand.

That was another thing Jake liked about you, he was never really able to say no to you. If you had asked for the sun, he’d find a way to put it in a jar and hand it to you just to see you smile.

He didn’t see the look Josh shot him because he was too focused on the way your hair slipped off your shoulder as you leaned forward, his eyes tracing the way it reflected the light from the dining room lamp overhead.

“What they don’t know won’t hurt them, right?” Jake asked, turning to his older brother. Josh could only sigh as he recognized the infatuated look in his twin’s eyes, knowing that he’d lost this fight.

“Alright, fine. But you two will be the ones dealing with Sammy when he throws a fit,” Josh relented, closing his notebook with a sigh.

Jake gave you a high-five, the both of you sharing huge grins with one another.

Jake was the one to suggest that they play outside to lessen the chances of his younger brother hearing. It was warm enough outside that you didn’t need to wear parkas and full snow gear, but a jacket was still required.

“Did you guys know that dandelion leaves are actually edible?” their friend informed them seemingly out of the blue.

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Hello, so I have another question. I was the anon who asked about character ‘A’ learning to like character ‘B’ a couple days ago. One thing I forgot to ask was about pacing. My book is going to have quiet a lot of chapters, I don’t know the exact number at the moment. The book also takes place over 5ish years. I want ‘A’ to go from “they talk to much, it’s annoying,” to “I actually really enjoy talking to them.” How do I do that without it going too fast? I feel like I’m at a disadvantage because I want to write them as a couple, but they barely met and I have to restrain myself. What sort of time frame should I have character ’A’ develop feelings? (Also hope you’re having a good day)

Time frame and Pacing for Slow-Burn Romance

If you're trying to write a slow-burn romance where the characters barely ever interact, that's going to be a problem. Slow-burn romances depend on the characters being able to interact frequently throughout the story. That's how you build the relationship. These interactions don't have to be face-to-face. They can be in letters, e-mails, phone calls, or video chats if you like, but they have to be communicating in some way. Otherwise you can't create and maintain the slowly building tension necessary to create a slow-burn romance. You also can't have them slowly falling in love if their interactions are infrequent.

I would suggest reading my post Guide: Writing a Slow Burn Romance to make sure you understand what a slow-burn romance is and how they need to work.

As far as the pacing and time frame go, just because your story takes place over the course of five years doesn't mean you have to write about all of that time in the story. In fact, if nothing plot-relevant is happening during those years except their interactions, you should skip over a lot of that time. In other words, you can use "time skips" (aka scene transitions) to skip ahead to points where something important is happening. In your story, it would probably be the times when the characters meet and interact. Read my posts Guide: How to Skip Time in Your Story, Subtle Scene Transitions, and How to Use Scene Breaks for help.

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this is dumb but ive been haunted by the new warriors maps are like marvel movies post, im curious abt if theres any that suck in particular gfdjkgdf

*sits down* if any warriors fans decide to come after me know that i am not a kind person let’s get that out of the way. ok so anyway i don’t have like, specific examples of maps being bad (except for the racist ‘island scourge’ map that came out recently LAWL) but it’s the general culture of every single map having the same set of ultra talented artists all imitating the same style and just going for the ultra cinematographic look with the most complex animation and lighting and angles. and if you sit down and watch it, yeah it looks cool. and then you realize every single one looks like that. there’s also way more gimmicky maps nowadays because the aesthetic counts more than the actual substance just take a look at the one million horror maps LOL. it’s such a focus on a flashy and entertaining look that there is no emotional heart..

i mean if you take a look at older (5ish years) maps you really see the difference (you, the valley, meet me in the woods, buy the stars, etc) because yes they’re less professional but oh my god do they stick with you. everyone has different styles there aren’t set cohesive designs for every single background character and background for uniformity and theres actual emotion being portrayed.

a few more things below the cut cuz this is long and i have a lot of thoughts lol.

also last year i was involved in the animation community for some low/mid level projects and it is such a terrible culture.. all my closest freinds with such cool styles and ideas all ended up dropping out of the scene because of the tight timeframes, extreme expectations, and inability for any actual artistic creativity for their OWN ANIMATIONS. also i was like old enough to be like ‘this sucks lol i quit’ but so many people there are 12-15 which fucking sucks . there’s such a focus on prescription MAP parts and animation memes and hopping on the newest trend that it leaves no space for working on personal projects you actually want to do, and when you publish them they get way less views than the trends. this is not me being bitter about anything most of my videos are unlisted for a reason but across the book my freinds would get thousands of views on a lazy animation meme and then post an amv they’d worked on for MONTHS and get maybe a hundred views tops.

also another thing that fucking sucks is you literally have kids worshiping popular animators like they’re the fucking golden calf.. ‘popular’ animators in like 2015 would rarely share social media outside youtube and just posted their projects and left but now every big animator has a personal discord server and twitter and hundreds of thousands of subscribers and kids think they are personal friends with the creators (who encourage this!!) and it turns out a lot of them are not great people lol. anyway the point is if you want good content u either watch it from years ago or look for someone with like 50 subscribers because that’s where the gold is. also the orginal post made my molly my freind molly got deleted cuz it got reblogged by a huge animator who started shit and then all of their followers started shit so -_- proving everyone’s point.

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Riding High

Ch6: The Mother Ship

Chapter Summary: Mary gets into another spot of trouble and Frank’s mother pays them an unexpected visit.

Chapter Warnings: Bad Language words.

Chapter Pairings: Frank Adler x OFC Fliss Gallagher

A/N: Contains SPOILERS for the film!!!!! If you haven’t seen it please be aware of that before you read on. As a Lawyer I know how long the types of cases depicted in GIFTED can take, however they can also be done pretty fast. With that in mind, and because it fits with how I want the story to go I’m spreading it over approximately 6 weeks or so, so just roll with me!

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

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Chapter 5

“So she hit him?” Fliss looked at Frank.

Frank took a deep breath. “In the face with a book.” Fliss frowned “That doesn’t sound like Mary.”

“She hit him hard too. Broke his nose. I saw the kid leaving as I was going into the school, blood all over his shirt…” Frank scoffed. “But, you know the really bad thing about it? I’m actually kind of proud of her. I mean this kid was twelve and he was picking on another kid Mary’s age and…”

“That’s not a bad thing, that you’re proud!” Fliss said, shoving the last of her sandwich in her mouth.

“You should have seen the look her head teacher gave me when I said that.” Frank snorted, scrunching the empty bag of potato chips he had been eating in his hand and tossing it into the rubbish basket in Fliss’s office. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, I know you can’t hit people, and I told Mary that…”

“Well, that’s it then.” Fliss shrugged. “Job done. She did something wrong, albeit for the right reasons and you dealt out the chastisement.”

“And punishment. I told her she had to apologise in front of the class.”

Fliss leaned back in her chair and studied him for a moment “What’s really bugging you Sailor?”

“Am I that easy to read?”

Fliss shrugged “Sorta.”

Frank scratched at the skin around his collar “They raised the issue of her being gifted again, told me she would be better off in a special school.”

“Ah.” Fliss made a noise “And I’m assuming you told them to politely fuck off?”

“In a fashion” he snorted “I was honest, said the last thing that she needs is reinforcement that she's different. She already knows that.”

“Well if you keep saying it they’ll get the message. They can’t force you to do anything you don’t want to, Frank.” Until the authorities get involved… Frank shrugged the thought from his mind and looked up as Joanne walked into the office.

“Your 1pm is here.” she smiled “Hey Frank.” He nodded to her as Fliss stood up, shooting him an apologetic look “Sorry to kick you out.”

“I need to get back anyway.” he shrugged “Look, do you wanna come over later? I kinda told Mary if she apologised properly and didn’t misbehave we’d get pizza. She told me to ask you so…”

“Sure.” Fliss nodded, smiling softly. “Sounds good. I finish here at…” she checked her diary “5ish so I’ll come straight over.

Frank nodded and with a last smile he left her to it.

The rest of the day went smoothly. There were no calls from the school, he managed to fix the fuel line on the boat he was working on which meant he was done ahead of schedule, meaning his payment would be ahead of schedule too which suited him fine, he could pay Roberta early for a change. He’d promised to pick Mary up from School, instead of her getting the bus, so he did just that and Bonnie came out to tell him that she had, in fact, apologised and gone one further by telling the class that the kid who’s project had been destroyed deserved the class prize.

“I’m proud of you.” Frank looked at her as they drove home.

“What for?” Mary looked at him.

“For being big enough to own up to being wrong.”

Mary looked at him.

“And because you did what you said you were gonna, Fliss is coming over for pizza.”

“Yessss!” Mary let out a whoop, and threw her hands up in a cheer.

Frank chuckled and shook his head. The woman had certainly made an impact in Mary’s life, that was for sure. And his, if he was being honest.

He pulled up outside the apartment and knocked the car out of gear before he reached down for the handbrake.

“There's a lady standing in front of our door.” Mary said.

“Who is it?” he asked, cracking the handbrake up.

“How should I know? I'm seven.” she scoffed back.

Good point. He turned to look and did a double take as he looked at the familiar woman stood on his doorstep, dressed in a pale brown dress, sunglasses and handbag slung over her shoulder. Frank cut the ignition, one arm resting on the steering wheel as he glanced at her.

“That would be your grandmother.” he stated simply as Mary continued to look out of the window

“Holy shit!” she exclaimed.

He was too shocked himself to chastise her for her language, that and he kind of agreed. Holy shit indeed.

“Come on.” He said, getting out of the truck. Mary hopped out of her side and walked with him up to the door.

“Mother.” He greeted.

She looked at him with a tight smile. “Frank.”

“Mary say hello.” He said, his hand falling to the back of her head.

“Hello.” Mary greeted his mother politely.

Frank headed up the steps and his mother moved out of the way as he unlocked the door. She reached for the large bag by her feet, which Frank could see was loaded with gifts and he rolled his eyes. He gave her a look and she simply smiled as he picked up the bag and carried it in. That was typical of her, thinking she could throw money at something and make it all ok.

Frank wasn’t stupid. He knew full well that damned principal would have caused this, and his mother was here for one thing only, to see if Mary was as smart as they all said. And he didn’t like it. One bit. Still, she was his mother so he behaved as politely as he could and offered her a drink, which she declined. Then, not wanting to cause a scene, he sat down and simply let her talk to Mary as she handed out gift after gift, whilst she sniffled into a tissue.

Nice one, Fred!

“An Apple?” Mary gasped as she unwrapped the sleek, white box from it’s pink and gold polka dotted paper. “Woah.”

“It's a MacBook, Darling.” his mother spoke. “Top of the line with the Retina display.”

“Hey, you know who else has a Retina display?” Frank looked at her, arching an eyebrow.

“Fred!” she grinned. Frank looked over and saw the cat who was lounging on Mary’s bed swish his tail.

“Mary, I understand you like mathematics.” His mother spoke and Frank took a deep breath, glancing to his side where she was stood “So, on there you will found a great out of print book by Charles Zimmer...”

Oh here we go. Frank thought to himself as he sat back, running his hand over his stubble.

“…called Transitions in Advanced Algebra.”

“Yeah. Love that book.” Mary turned the laptop over in her hands.

“You're saying you've read it?” his mother spoke and Frank didn’t miss the tone of surprise, yet excitement in her voice.

“Yeah, I've kinda moved on to differential equations now.” Mary shrugged.

“Hey, don't forget your manners.” Frank spoke from where he was sat on the chair, elbow resting on the table, hand supporting his temple “Thank you, Grandma.”

“Thank you, Grandma.”

“Grandmother or Evelyn will do just fine.”

God, she never changed. Frank inhaled and looked away, his hand falling softly to the table in a fist.

“There's so much more on there. Things I know you'll find really challenging.” she moved towards Mary and Frank stood up.

“Yes, but sadly it's a school night and there's homework to do.”

“I thought you said Fliss was coming over?” “She is, so you need to get that homework done. But…” he gestured to his mother. “What a surprise though, right? Say good night to Grandmother or Evelyn.”

“Goodnight.”

“So who’s Fliss?” His mother asked as Frank ushered her out of the house “Don’t tell me you finally sorted your life out and got a girlfriend?” “Mary’s riding instructor, and no, she’s a friend.”

“Mary goes horse riding?”

“Yeah.”

Evelyn nodded, before she sneezed into her tissue. “I'd kill a priest for a Benadryl.” she said as they strode towards the black Mercedes she was clearly hiring.

“Still with the allergies?” Frank looked at her.

“Why in God’s name have you got a cat? You don't even like cats.”

“It’s not my cat, it's Mary's cat. I'm just along for the ride.” he shrugged. “So let me guess, our lovely principal, Miss Davis…”

“Never get on the bad side of small minded people who have a little authority. I thought I taught you that.” His mother turned to face him as she reached the side of her car. Frank took a deep breath and looked up just as Fliss’ white jeep Cherokee turned onto the road. She gave a wave and he tossed a hand back and turned to his mother.

“What are you doin' here?” he asked her bluntly.

“You don't think I have a right to see my granddaughter?”

“I do. I'm thrilled your seven year exhaustive search has finally come to a fruitful conclusion.” He retorted sarcastically.

Even before she got out of the car, Fliss could tell the exchange between Frank and whoever the woman was looked tense. Frank’s face was stony and his eyes were hard in a way she’d never seen before. She hesitated for a moment, then deciding it was far ruder to sit in her car and watch, she jumped out.

“I don't think this is appropriate time to talk.” She caught the woman’s British accent and her head snapped towards her. Was this his mother?

“It’s certainly not the setting.” The woman continued as Frank rolled his eyes and leaned back against the car bonnet. “When I was waiting a cockroach this big tried to steal my shoe.” She finished, holding her thumb and forefingers as wide apart as they would go. Fliss shook her head, and shut her car door loudly and turned to look at Frank.

“Yeah. They'll take a shoe.” he nodded.

Fliss smirked to herself at Frank’s response and he caught her eye as she was passing.

“Mary’s inside. I’ll be with you in a sec.” he nodded to her, but as she turned to go the woman spoke to her. “You must be Fliss.” the woman looked her up and down, causing Fliss to glance down at her legs. She was still in her riding gear only had traded her boots for a pair of sneakers, her long checked socks still pulled up to her knees, not that she should give a shit what this woman thought but she suddenly felt a little self-conscious.

“Yeah.” Fliss said, holding out her hand politely.

“Fliss, this is my mother.” Frank informed, confirming Fliss’ suspicions “She was just leaving.” He turned to look at her. His mother held his gaze and then glanced around

“Honestly, this? This God forsaken mosquito ranch was a conscious choice?”

Fliss felt a rush of anger and before she could stop herself she jumped to Frank’s defence.

“I wouldn’t worry, I find Mosquitos are pretty particular about who they bite. I hear they’re not fond of things that taste bitter.”

Frank’s mother turned to face her. Fliss could feel the nerve in her jaw twitching at the out and out bitchiness of the woman in front of her and she could sense Frank watching her. Nevertheless, she didn’t move her gaze from the woman. Frank’s mother cocked her head, almost like she was assessing her for a moment before Frank spoke up deciding to break up the battle for alpha female that was going on.

“I could drop you back off at the airport.” He looked at his mother. She shot him a look and climbed into her car, shutting the door. He walked a few paces till he was besides Fliss before he turned and looked at her as she reversed the car.

“That’s your mum?” Fliss asked as the car drove off up the road

“Yep.” Frank said, his eyes on the tailgate as it rounded the corner.

“No offence but she seems like a total bitch.”

“Not total.” Frank sniffed. “More like 90%”

Fliss laughed and snaked an arm round his waist “Come on Sailor, I’m starving.”

Tossing his left arm round her shoulder they made their way into the house. Frank stepped aside to let Fliss in first and she headed into the living area to see Mary on the couch, cross legged with a Mac Book open

“This thing is loaded with cool problems.” Marry muttered.

“Only problem I’m interested in is picking what to have on my pizza!” Fliss spoke. Mary’s head jerked up and she grinned.

“Lissy!” She dropped the laptop to the sofa besides her and jumped up. Fliss bent down to give her a hug before she started to chatter incessantly about the laptop. Whilst Mary was talking, Fliss spotted Frank as he leaned against the doorframe, his face stony.

“Hey.” she nudged him and he turned to face her, giving her a tight smile. “Push it out.” she gently reached up and tapped her finger against his temple “Order dinner and then when Mary’s asleep we’ll talk, that is if you want.”

He gave her a smile, this time genuine and nodded.

Two hours and a couple of large pizzas later Mary was in bed and Frank and Fliss were sat on the steps outside the kitchen, drinking beer.

“So the teacher calls her, and she turns up?” Fliss shook her head “Because you pissed her off?” “The Principal.” Frank corrected her, “But yeah, pretty much.” Fliss let out a sigh.

“The thing is, Evelyn won’t give up. Not now Mary’s confirmed her suspicions.” he drained his beer.

“What you think she’s gonna do?” “I dunno.” Frank bit his lip. “But one things for certain, there’s gonna be nothing good that comes from her showing up.” He looked out over the lawn, the various lamps illuminating the grounds and the street. He felt Fliss slip her arm round him and she leaned against him.

“Well, you won’t be on your own. You got me and Roberta in your corner, along with your, what was it you called them?” "Circle of Truth” he said, laughing at the fact she’d remembered the nickname he and his friends had for their group.

“Am I in that circle yet?”

“Dur.” he nudged her gently before he rest his head against her. “But, if you’re along for the ride, Cowgirl you better buckle up, coz it’s gonna be bumpy.” “Well,” she gave a small huff of laugh, “in my experience all the best road trips are.” *****

Turns out the appropriate time and place his mother was referring too was the next lunch time at a little bar overlooking the beach. He nodded to his mother as he took his seat.

“So, are you teaching?” she asked him as he took a sip from a glass of water.

“I repair boats.” Frank replied.

“Please.” She rolled her eyes.

“I'm not bad at it either.”

“Well, then, that explains this.” She said, gesturing to his face “They don't sell sunscreen here?”

“I wear sunscreen.” He replied, in the same tone he would use on Mary when she was making a pointless statement.

“Not enough. And you need a hat. A big hat that shades your face and neck. You're playing Russian roulette with your skin. You look like porn producer.”

“Okay.” Frank shook his head, suppressing a smile “I appreciate the advice. I do. But we're not here to talk about sunscreen, are we?”

“So no more small talk? That's a shame.” Evelyn took a deep breath “Okay, the environment you have created for that child, where she lives, the school she attends. It's substandard. Every bit of it.”

“I disagree.” Frank said calmly

“We're going nowhere if we're not being honest with each other.” Evelyn shook her head.

“I am being honest.”

“I see. Fine. Well, I'm not leaving without her.”

“Well, welcome to Florida.” Frank smiled again.

“Frank, please listen to reason” Evelyn leaned forward slightly “At some point, you are going to get to the conclusion, or someone in authority is going to spell it out to you, that the child’s best interest is all that matters.

Frank bristled slightly, the child? Her name was Mary. Best interest? All he had ever done for Mary was what he thought was exactly that. He took a breath and looked at his mother, holding her gaze.

“If you're gonna make me pull rank, I will. Diane didn't want you to have her.”

“”Diane...” Evelyn started before her voice dropped slightly and her tone became softer “Diane didn't always think things through.

“Arguably one of the brightest minds on the planet, okay.” Frank nodded sarcastically “Good luck going down that road”

“And what do you think she'd say if she saw how her child is living now?” Evelyn shook her head “Do you honestly think she'd be pleased?”

“That she's living a somewhat normal life? Yes. I do.”

“She's not normal. And treating her as such is negligence on a grand scale.”

Frank glanced down at the table cloth as his mother continued

“I know your hearts in the right place on this but you are denying the girl her potential. I can provide for her. I can enrich her life.”

“Come on, Evelyn.” Frank scoffed, holding his right hand out and ticking off the points as he made them by raising his fingers “You're gonna take that girl, you are gonna bury her in tutors. Then you’ll loan her out to some think tank where she can talk non-trivial zeros with a bunch of old Russian guys for the rest of her life.”

“And you'd bury her under a rock.” Evelyn shot back “Look, I didn't expect you to understand the price you have to pay for greatness.

“Oh I do.” Frank replied, his tone stern “That's why I have Mary in the first place.

“That's uncalled for.” Evelyn’s face slipped slightly and Frank looked away. When he turned back her expression was the same as it had been prior “Your sister had a laundry list of problems. She could have solved Navier-Stokes and gone down in history as one of the greatest mathematicians of all time. But she didn't, because she couldn't finish. She was weak. Weak like her father and weak like...well…”

Frank raised his eyebrows and simply smiled at his mother as she trailed off.

“Now, if it's who I think it is,” he said, looking down and wrinkling his nose, “that kinda puts a black cloud over our luncheon.”

“You're still stubborn and vindictive.” Evelyn shook her head.

“Careful, Mother.” Frank intoned, leaning forwards resting both arms on the table “There's an apple and tree analogy lurking.”

“You guys ready to order?” the waitress interrupted the stare off they were having and Evelyn, ignoring her completely, stood up, reaching for her large bag which was resting on the table

“Here's an idea.” She said, reaching into her bag “Stop thinking about me and you and start thinking what's best for the child. For any reasonable person, a clear picture will emerge. If it doesn't, I suggest you call your attorney.” With that she slammed a $50 note on the table and placed a salt shaker over it. Frank glanced at it before he looked back up at her. “He'll have a bucket of beer.” she said to the waitress as she left.

Frank sighed and looked down at the table. The waitress glanced to him and he waved her away before he stood up and headed out, leaving the money where it was.

The rest of the day passed pretty fast, even if his mind was on this whole sorry mess. He managed to keep a front on for Mary, and bribed her with a trip to the stables to get her away from her Laptop and Math’s books. He had debated hiding the damned things but knew it would cause more trouble that it was worth.

“So she’s gonna take you to court?” Fliss scoffed as they watched Mary who was brushing Monty with Joanne.

“Looks that way.” Frank shrugged.

“That’s fucking unbelievable.” she seethed, and Frank had to smile at her indignation on his behalf

“Sadly it isn’t. “ Frank looked at her “I told you, she’s an exacting woman. I also told you nothing good would come of her turning up. Looks like I was right.”

“Also looks like I was right when I said she was a bitch.” Fliss replied, turning to look at him “Surely, you’re Mary’s legal guardian so they can’t just…” “Well, that’s the thing” he sighed “I’m not, it was never made official. I just tell people I am, stops them asking questions.” He paused. “Sorry I lied but, well I didn’t know you back then.”

“I get it.” Fliss looked at him before she glanced back at Mary. She took a deep breath and exhaled through her nose “You got a lawyer?”

“Yeah my friend, Greg.” Frank nodded “He’s a family law specialist. I already called him. I’m going to see him tomorrow so I can tell him everything, then it’s a case of waiting.”

He didn’t have to wait long. Two days later he received the court summons for little over a fortnight later.

*****

October 2017 “Hey, wait.”

Frank turned to see Fliss who was jogging up the steps to the courthouse. He glanced at Roberta who was smiling, a little smugly, and then back to his friend who he hadn’t expected to see today.

“What are you doing here, not that I’m not glad to see you but…” “I’m sorry I can’t stay I just wanted to swing by on the way to work and wish you luck.” She smiled reaching up to straighten his tie.

“It’s just the preliminary hearing today.” Frank said.

“I know but…” she took a deep breath, smoothing out his jacket. He looked at her for a second before she pulled him into a hug.

“Call me later ok?” “Yeah, I will...”

She nodded to him, giving Roberta a smile before she turned to go.

“Hey” He called after her and she looked over her shoulder at him “Thanks…”

She smiled and nodded heading back to her car.

“So she deviates here, just to give you a hug good luck, and you tell me there’s nothing going on…” Roberta looked at him.

“She’s a friend, a good friend.” Frank turned and shot her a look.

“Whatever you say.” Roberta sighed.

Frank shook his head, avoiding her gaze. If truth be told there had been the odd little moment where he’d picked up a few signals that perhaps she had feelings for him that went beyond simple friendship, the same way his did for her. But he convinced himself he was imagining things. They were from different worlds, why would a girl like her look at someone like him that way, especially with all this fucking baggage.

With a last look around he turned and headed into the court where after a short wait, they were ushered in.

Judge Edwards Nichols was a bald man with a moustache that any cowboy would be proud of. He gestured for everyone to take their seats and then pulled the case file over to him.

“Okay. Adler, grandmother and uncle…” he trailed off and looked up, glancing from Frank to Evelyn. “Really? Sure you folks don't wanna go on the hall and settle this?”

Silence ensued as Frank glanced sideways at his Mother who shifted slightly.

“No? Well, that's a shame. Mr. Cullen, you're here for the uncle.” the judge continued.

“Yes, I am, your Honor.”

“Should start charging you room and board.” Judge Nichols spoke, not looking up “Mr. Highsmith, you're on the wrong side of a bay, aren't you?”

“I'm very happy to be here, Your Honor” Evelyn’s lawyer replied.

“For the record, Mrs. Dibbons is representing the state of Florida Child Welfare Department.” Nichols spoke and Frank glanced over to look at a woman in a blue and white jacket and orange top in the gallery who held her hand up.

“Proceed.” Judge Nichols instructed and Evelyn’s attorney began to speak

“Your Honor, my client, Mrs. Adler, is the maternal grandmother of the child. Her daughter, the girl's mother was a troubled woman...who seven years ago sadly took her own life. It was at this time that Mr. Adler primitively and illegally…” At that Nichols shot a disapproving look at Frank and he shifted a little nervously in his seat, taking a deep breath.

“…took custody of the girl and spirited her across eight lines for the purpose of denying my client custody.”

Frank glanced over at his mother who was staring straight ahead, avoiding his gaze.

“And there's the evidence that the child currently lives in unclean and unwholesome conditions. We petition to court to grant my client full custody of the child so that she can return to the state of Massachusetts and be given the care to which she is entitled.”

Frank stiffened and Greg gently placed his hand on Frank’s shoulder, shaking his head before he stood up and addressed the accusations his Mother’s attorney had made.

“My client took an infant under his wing for one reason only. It was his sister's desire that he do so. My client has been her constant caregiver.”

Judge Nichols looked at Frank and he held his gaze.

“And your Honor, as far as the living conditions go, I've been in this home. It's fine. I mean, if we adopt standards based on our Northern friend's aversion to palmetto bugs we won't have a child left south of Tallahassee.”

There were a few dumbed down laughs from the gallery and Frank felt his spirits lift ever so slightly as Judge Nichols gave a smile and reached for a paper to his side, pen in his right hand.

“All right, last chance before this starts costing a lot more money.” he said.

“Your Honor, my client would need reasonable access to the child.” Evelyn’s attorney spoke after a pause.

“So ordered.” Nichols nodded “Ms. Dibbons, would you go out and check the living conditions?”

“On the books, Your Honor.” she replied.

“All right, folks. Drive carefully.”

Frank remained in his seat deliberating what that meant. So whilst the case was on going, Evelyn would have access to Mary and his home was going to be inspected by some woman as to how sanitary and safe it was. Fan-fucking-tastic.

“Her lawyer has a nice suit.” Frank mumbled, his voice bland, betraying the hopelessness he was starting to feel.

“Relax, Frank.” Greg looked at him “More weight's put on the talent competition. Go have a cocktail. huh?”

A cocktail, or fifteen, felt like a damned good idea by the time Frank had picked Mary up and gotten home.

“Roberta,” he caught her as she was walking back to her house with a clothes basket full of dried washing from the line. “Would you like to have Mary tonight?

It was a pointless question, it was a Friday, she had Mary every Friday, but still.

“Why wouldn't I like to have Mary tonight?” she shook her head “I told you something like this would happen. Now look where we are”

Frank looked away, waiting got her to finish ranting.

“And I'm supposed to believe you know what you're doing. You couldn't even find a white lawyer.”

Frank scoffed “Wow…Look, just don't worry, okay?

“Don't tell me that.” Roberta looked at him. “There's nothing you can say that's gonna make me feel good because I have no say in any of this, Frank! I'm not a blood relative, I'm not a legal guardian. I’m nothing. Just the lady who lives next door, whose opinion means nothing. Whose feelings mean nothing”

Frank looked down, he knew Roberta cared about Mary. Hell she cared about the both of them, even if she wouldn’t admit it. He already felt bad enough about this as it was, and she wasn’t helping.

“So would I like to have Mary tonight? I'd like to have Mary every night.”

With that she walked past him towards her house, leaving Frank staring at the floor, his mood darkening by the second.

***** Fliss was edgy. She’d messaged Frank a few times and called but he wasn’t answering or picking up, and she was getting a little worried that things hadn’t gone that well. She locked the gate to the yard and glanced at her watch. It was a little before seven.

Biting her lip she decided to head over and see if he was still in, or if he had already left for Ferg’s, given that it was a Friday night. If he had already gone, then she’d go and keep him company instead of letting him drink himself into a stupor alone.

She pulled up and, shrugging on a short sleeved plaid button down over her vest top she jogged up the steps, knocking on the door, but even as she did she knew there was no one in. The TV was off and the usual chatter wasn’t audible. As she turned to leave she heard a yell and looked over to see Mary hanging out of Roberta’s widow.

“Hey!” she grinned “Frank’s gone out…but me and Roberta are having Karaoke…wanna join?”

Fliss smiled, “How could I refuse that offer?” she laughed, and headed to the door.

“Hey Fliss!” Roberta grinned as Fliss kicked off her sneakers and stepped inside “You just in time! Grab a microphone.” Fliss took the hairbrush Mary was holding out and laughed before she turned to Roberta. “How did it go? I tried calling Frank but…”

“Not too bad.” Roberta dropped her voice. “They opened with some bullshit about his house being unclean so there’s some woman coming to inspect it at some point…”

Fliss wrinkled her nose and shook her head “That’s crap.” “Yeah, well, I’m gonna give it a clean anyway.” Roberta shrugged. “And then apparently the Grandmother gets access whilst the case is going on. Frank’s lawyer did a pretty good job to be fair.”

Fliss let out a sigh “I thought it was gonna be worse than that given I haven’t heard anything.”

“Well me and Frank may have had a disagreement.” Roberta’s face was contrite “So I probably put him in an even worse mood.” “Look, I know this is frustrating for you.” Fliss nodded gently “But the last thing he needs is everyone telling him I told you so. It is what it is, and we just gotta support him.” “I know.” Roberta sighed, her eyes filling with tears “I just, well, I’ve known that little girl since they arrived here looking for a house 6 and a half years ago…” “I get it, I do.” Fliss smiled “I mean I’ve only known them eight weeks and I can’t imagine life without either of them now.” “Either of them?”

Fliss rolled her eyes “Stop it, you’re as bad as my mum.” Roberta chuckled and then both of them were instructed by Mary to stop talking and start singing, so they did.

After an hour and a rendition of what felt like Aretha Franklin’s back catalogue Fliss made her excuses to Mary and gave the girl a hug goodnight. Roberta walked her to the door.

“You gonna go find him?”

“Yeah.” Fliss said “Well, I’ll stop by Ferg’s see if he wants some company.” “Sure he will, it’s you.” Roberta smiled. Fliss snorted, shaking her head again at the woman’s insinuations and headed to her jeep. She climbed in and headed down to the bay, mulling everything over in her head. The stupid thing was, Roberta wasn’t wrong. She did have feelings for Frank that went well beyond being merely platonic. In the short time she had known him he’d broken through every barrier she had put up, and she trusted him in a way she never thought she’d trust a man ever again. It was almost liberating for her to realise she could feel that way about someone else after everything John had put her through.

But, now really wasn’t the time to act on it, that is if she was going to act on it. She had no idea if Frank felt the same way and she needed to figure out if it was worth potentially sacrificing their friendship for. No, for now she’d simply enjoy being able to be around him, be his friend…at least until this sorry mess was all sorted.

Pulling up outside Fergs she checked her hair before she reached into the back of her car and grabbed her knee high boots. Her riding breaches were a light blue so they looked like jeans, meaning she didn’t feel too conspicuous. A quick squirt of perfume later she hopped out of her car and headed into the bar.

It was loud and she glanced around trying to find a flash of one of his usual hideous Hawaiian shirts, but failed to spot one. Frowning, she was just about to give up thinking he must be somewhere else, when she spotted him at the bar, dressed in a pretty smart black and grey striped dress shirt. But he wasn’t alone. He was sat, quite close, leaning towards the woman Fliss recognised as Mary’s teacher. She hesitated for a second, and began to make her way over when Frank leaned even closer to Bonnie and Fliss’ breath caught and she felt an unwelcome, hot, buzzing sensation fill her entire body as he kissed the woman next to him.

Well, that answered her question about what she was going to do about her feelings.

Absolutely fuck all.

Swallowing and blinking slightly, she turned and headed to her car, gently wiping away a stray tear as it fell down her cheek.

**** Chapter 7

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jobrookekarev · 4 years ago

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Interruptions Be Damned

Chapter: 1 of 5ish, but probably more?

Words: 3254

Summary: All the times Alex and Jo got caught having sex and the one time they didn’t. Or Jo and Alex are very horny at the hospital, much to the dismay of their co-workers.

Chapter Summary: Meredith interrupts their time together in the conference room and demands that Alex scrub in on a surgery with her.

Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy

Relationship: Alex Karev/Jo Wilson.

Characters: Jo Wilson, Alex Karev, Meredith Grey.

Rating: Explicit.

Additional Tags: Not for the Kids! Lemons, Sexy Times, Conference Room Sex, (More tags to be added)

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Jo smoothed over the blouse and skirt she was wearing as she watched everybody filter out of the conference room. Jo had worn the skirt and a blouse because she and Meredith were giving a presentation for their mini liver research that was now in trial phases. She had seen Alex's eyes on her that morning as she got dressed and the way he followed her around the loft. His eager hand grabbed at the edge of her skirt before she pushed him away, with a promise of letting him have her later.

However, Jo hadn't worn the skirt just because of the presentation. Koracick was doing the rehiring interviews from the Pac North merger today. Alex had been dreading it as it meant his role as chief came to an end so Jo thought she'd cheer him up afterwards.

“Hello, Dr. Karev,” Koracick easily smiled at her as he passed.

She didn't know why Tom liked her when he disliked so many of her colleagues, but he was kind to her so she easily smiled back. She slipped into the conference room and Alex was thankfully alone. Jo shut the door behind her but lingered by the door looking over at him.

“Hey,” Jo said softly as she tilted her head and scrunched up her eyebrows as she looked at him.

Her simple hello caught his attention from where he was staring at the wall deep in thought. He looked over at her and let out a sigh before his eyes softened.

Alex gave her a small smile before he reached out for her. “Come here.”

Jo didn't hesitate to walk over and sit in Alex's lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he pressed his forehead against hers and leaned in for a quick kiss.

“So how did it go?”

“Well I get to be the co-head of pediatrics with Hayes, and Bailey offered to let me take over for her as chief on days when she needs a break or a vacation.”

“That's good,” Jo said, tilting her head but still noticing the sadness in his eyes.

“Yeah, I’ll get to see you more often too, that’s good,” Alex said, with a nod and a small smile.

“But?” Jo said, noting the sad look still on his face and how his smile quickly disappeared.

“But I'll miss it. I really felt like I was doing something important over at Pac North. I was making things better, making a real change, and coming back to Grey-Sloan ends all that and I just feel like a failure.”

Jo sat up and shifted so she was straddling his lap and held his face so he would look at her. “You are not a failure. It's not your fault that Catherine Fox bought the hospital and shut it down. It was just a weird fight between her and Webber. It does not reflect on you. You didn't fail, Alex. You took that hospital from being ranked last in the county and you turned it into a real place of medicine where people could go and receive quality treatment that you provided. You handled crisis, after crisis and I have never been more proud of you.”

As she spoke, Alex's frown disappeared and he began to smile as he looked at her, before he leaned in and properly kissed her again.

“Thank you,” Alex whispered against her lips before kissing her again.

Jo just smiled into their kiss and wrapped her arms around his neck. It didn't take long for things to get heated and Alex’s hands trailed up the inside of her skirt.

“No panties,” Alex asked, pulling back with a smirk as he moved his hands to her inner thighs.

“I thought you could use a little pick-me-up,” Jo smirked back as she moved her hips against him creating friction between them.

Alex hummed as he leaned in to kiss her again. “You always know how to cheer a guy up.”

Jo giggled as she sat up to give him more access as her own fingers trailed down his chest. His hands moved back to her hips and pulled her forward. It was a bit of an awkward position in the chair, but neither of them moved. She smiled against him, feeling his erection pressed through his pants and up against her bare slit. She knew she was probably getting the front of his pants wet, but he didn’t seem to care. She made quick work of opening his shirt just to feel his bare skin under her palms for a moment before her fingers trail down to his pants

Jo moved her head back to undo his zipper and pull his cock out of his boxers. She trailed her fingers up his length and gave his cock a few pumps with her hands before she moved her hips over him. She held the head of his cock and moved it between her slit, collecting her wetness over the head before she lined him up with the entrance to her pussy.

Alex was a mess under her, moaning and groaning as if he was about to cum. He was completely at her mercy as she slowly sank down onto him. Then it was her turn to moan. As soon as he was completely inside her and their hips were flush against each other, Jo took a moment to enjoy the fullness of him inside her. She felt him all the way up against her cervix. She felt so wonderfully full of Alex as she threw her head back and let out a small moan despite the fact that they were in the middle of the hospital.

Alex pulled her back in for a kiss and rolled his hips up to gain some friction between them despite her weight on top of him. Jo smiled as she rolled her hips before slowly moving up. She started out slowly going up and down on top of him. Alex withered underneath her completely lost in the pleasure she gave him. Jo loved knowing that he was completely at her mercy even though his fingertips dug into her hips and he could easily pull her back down and bounce her on his lap. She decided to have a little fun with him and slowly went up and then down, keeping the slow pace for a little while longer.

“Oh dear God Jo,” Alex whispered before he let out a whimper as she went back down, taking him fully inside her

She felt their hips meet again and sat back to look at him. Jo took in the sight of her husband, so worked up even though she was barely moving on top of him.

“You like that Alex?” Jo asked already knowing the answer as Alex only moaned before she started to bounce. It was only for a few seconds before she stopped and sat in his lap.

The entire time his eyes have closed, but they flew open when she stopped bouncing. She giggled and gave another roll of her hips as Alex stared at her lips and gave a low groan. There wasn’t much pleasure in it for her, but the way he moaned made her want to keep it up until he cums inside of her. She put her hands back on his neck and pulled him in to kiss her as she slowly went up and down again.

Just as she was about to go back up, the door to the conference room opened and Meredith walked in. They both froze and stared, wide eyed as they watched her slam the door behind her.

“Alex, thank God you're back, Hayes is absolutely crazy.” Meredith started off as she waved her hands around and continued ranting about Hayes, completely oblivious to their position and how he was buried inside of her.

“Now's not really a good time Mer,” Jo said, she could still feel him twitch inside of her as Alex hid his head in her shoulder.

“I need you to steal this case and scrub in with me,” Meredith continued as she paced, completely ignoring her. “I can’t listen to Hayes being all smug and going on about how his approach is the right one.”

Jo knew that there was nothing she could say to make Meredith go away. Although she hadn't interrupted their intimacy in a long time, Meredith would still crawl in their bed in the middle of the night. These days Meredith didn't kick her out and would occasionally continue to complain to Jo when Alex fell asleep or was unavailable. Over the years she had come to accept Meredith and Alex’s codependent friendship as they now included her, but there were times when she put her foot down.

Jo pulled Alex's head back from where he was hiding in her and leaned in to whisper in his ear. “Make her go away, or I won’t let you cum.”

“Okay Mer, I'll do whatever you want to give us a minute,” Alex said, still digging his fingers into Jo’s hips and trying to hold back.

“Look Alex, you can be all sad and mopey and have Jo comfort you later. I need you right now,” Meredith insisted, pausing from where she was pacing back and forth.

They had been walked in on by Meredith enough times that Jo could sit there for as long as she needed to. She sighed and involuntarily squeezed her cunt around Alex’s cock. He twitched inside of her before he groaned and closed his eyes.

“Mere please,” Alex begged and Jo squeezed Alex again, just to tease him.

“No, I need you Alex. You're supposed to be my person and you said I couldn't just pop over whenever I wanted to at home, but this is my hospital and I need to steal you back just for a few hours.”

“Fine by me, I think my legs are cramping up anyway,” Jo said, her knees are aching from their position and she shifted in his lap.

Alex looked over at her and Jo just raised her eyebrows and squeezed him again, giving him a little incentive. She moved her hips back to pull him out just a few inches but Alex grabbed her hips and pulled her back down.

“Mar get out now!”

Meredith paused as she finally looked between the two of them. Jo knew that her position on Alex’s lap, with their hips flush against each other and her skirt riding up, were all clear evidence of their intimate activities. To be honest, she was surprised that Meredith didn't figure it out sooner. Especially with the way Alex had been withering in her lap. Meredith finally caught on and smirked before she laughed.

“Okay, Karev,” Meredith said, clearly addressing Jo. “Just be done before 4. I want Alex to meet the patient and go over the case with me before surgery.”

“Oh I'm sure he’ll be done by then,” Jo said, smirking at Alex before she squeezed him again and Alex turned a lovely shade of red as he buried his head in her shoulder again.

They exchanged a look before they both laughed. Meredith turned to leave and was sure to lock the door behind her. The second she slammed the door shut, Jo rolled her hips again, but Alex had other plans. He picked her up and set her on the conference table.

“I love it when you tease me, but I really need to cum inside of you,” Alex said, absolutely desperate for her as he thrust back into her.

“Okay,” Jo quickly agreed with a nod as his hands pushed her skirt up and Jo kicked off her heels.

She put her feet on the table as well and sat back, holding herself up with her hands. As they settled on the table, he leaned in and kissed her. Alex hadn't left her for a second and he put one hand on the table and the other around her waist pulling her into him. Jo knew that she was absolutely about to be wrecked as Alex quickly slammed into her. He thrust deep inside of her, hitting her cervix as Jo held back a cry.

She quickly recaptured his lips again as they both moaned into each other’s mouths. Alex set a quick pace, drumming in and out of her, going as fast as he could. His pace sent her wild, as nothing felt better than having Alex thrust in and out of her, rubbing right up against her G-spot and hitting her cervix every time. Every time he did this to her, she went out of her mind with pleasure and she easily got just as worked up as he was. They both chased their release and Alex moved his hands from holding her back to reach in between them to rub her clit.

Before she could get lost in her own pleasure, Jo gave Alex a singling to roll over and switch their positions. She wanted to be on top as she wanted to do the work and make Alex feel good. They easily rolled over and Alex laid back on the conference table as Jo sat on top of him. She put her hands on his chest as she started to bounce and smiled as she watched him throw his head back and arch up into her.

He seemed to get lost in her movements for a moment before his fingers resumed their circles on her clit. Jo moaned and faltered in her movements before she started back up again. Alex smiled up at her, it was a little lazy and soft as she easily smiled back and leaned down to kiss him. It didn't take long for the familiar coil of her orgasm to tighten up inside of her. She didn't know how Alex had held off for this long. He usually held out for her, but she wanted him to go first for a change so she squeezed him again.

“You going to cum for me?” Jo asked as she reached up with one hand to hold his cheek and ran her fingers over the little hairs of his goatee and short beard.

All Alex could do was moan as his hand faltered for a second. She knew it wouldn’t be long before Alex was coming and increased her pace and squeezed him hard with an extra roll of her hips.

“I'm coming,” Alex cried out and pulled her in as they crashed their lips together as he kissed her.

His hand stilled as he came and she paused as she sunk down, but continued to clench around him. She could feel him twitch inside of her as he continued to moan and groaning against her lips. She worked him through it until he relaxed and pulled back.

They took a second to breathe after he came. Alex stared at her and had a lazy smile across his lips. Jo lifted off of him as he went soft inside her and despite how she was still worked up she laid down next to him. The table was hard and uncomfortable, but she curled up against him and laid her head on his chest. She clenched up and pressed her legs together, trying to keep his cum inside of her, lest they have a huge mess to clean up.

Alex of course never left her unsatisfied and rolled over to kiss her before his lips trailed down her neck. His fingers moved up her leg as she parted her knees and he dipped his fingers in between her folds. He thrust in and out with three fingers. It was enough to fill her, and he made sure to rub her g-spot. He also moved his other hand to rub her clit and really satisfy her.

With his talented fingers on her clit Jo was coming faster than she imagined. Jo let out a cry of his name that he quickly quieted with his lips against hers. Her legs shook and her back arched as she pushed her hips into his hands. Her orgasm was over too quickly and Jo lied back as her legs dangled off the table. Alex rested his head against her shoulder and pulled his fingers away from her sensitive clit and pulsating pussy.

They both caught their breath and stared up at the ceiling of the conference room. Usually, they would cuddle up against each other, but sometimes they would just lay there in the soft afterglow as they came back down. Eventually, they both move to sit up and get off of the hard table. Alex tucked himself away although he’s still soaked in their fluids and she can feel it on her thighs.

Jo looked around for anything to help clean up their mess. There was coffee and snacks set up on the other table along with napkins and hand sanitizer. It wasn’t soap and water, but it was the best they had. Alex was slow to get up so Jo moved to stand but her legs were still shaky. He wrapped his hand around her waist and pulled her back to sit on the table as he got up instead. He handed her a few napkins to wipe herself off as he tucked himself back into his pants and cleaned off his hands. Her legs finally took her weight after she cleaned herself up and she pulled down her skirt from where it was bunched up at her waist. He squirted a generous amount of hand sanitizer on the table and Jo helped him wipe it down.

Once the cleanup was done and everything had been thoroughly sanitized, Jo looked back to where Alex was standing and staring at her.

“Did that make you feel better?” Jo asked as she smiled back at him.

“I love you,” Alex said, letting out a breath as he smiled wider.

It wasn't a real reply, but Jo loved it all the same. Especially the way Alex looked at her with that smile. He looked so happy and he smiled in the way he did after a long day at work. It was a happy, yet tired smile that was a little lopsided, yet full of love and adoration. He usually reserved that smile just for her and it made her heart flutter in her chest.

“I love you too,” Jo said, going over to give him a quick kiss before she pulled back and smacked his ass. “Now go help Meredith with her surgery so she doesn't interrupt us again tonight.”

“Again tonight?” Alex said with a smirk.

He pulled her back in and kissed her again as he trailed his fingers down her sides. Jo knew him and she knew that if she let him, Alex would get her worked up again for round two. However, neither of them have time for that and Meredith would certainly interrupt them again and she wouldn't let them finish.

“If you wait till tonight, I’ll wear something nice for you,” Jo said with a smirk as she put a hand on his chest and took a step back.

“Did I ever tell you that you are a very good wife,” Alex said, reaching for her again.

Jo just shook her head and turned around to open the door. Yet, she turned to glance back at him, his eyes were glued to her ass and she swayed her hips as she walked away.

#alex karev #jolex #grey's anatomy #grey's anatomy fanfic #otp: home and heart #lemons #my work #my writing #my fanfiction #jo wilson

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talesfromlissom · 4 years ago

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Teeth

A/N: Hey everybody, Omens here. This series is part of my series for the (Y/N)’s. These works are here to establish the backgrounds, personalities, and such of each of my (Y/N)’s, as they’re all separate characters and not a blank slate.

So far, I’m doing my three most popular requested ones which are; Hanzo, Mcree, and Genji. This is Mcree’s. I’m sure these works will have about 3-4 chapters each, with the first being the beginning of their life, to the last being present time. That being said, you don’t have to default to these (Y/N)’s either. If you have a request that’s specific like

‘Mcree with an S/O who has a body like Genji?’. I will easily do that. These (Y/N)’s are just the default if you request something vague such as ‘Mcree goes on a date with (Y/N).’ and such.

However, I do have placeholder names for each of these characters. If you would like a request with this specific (Y/N) you can use (Y/N)!Ambrose. Sorry if this was confusing but :)

| Chapter 2 - Dirty Shoes|

Chapter Summary: They say your childhood flies by faster than your adulthood. That is true. They say that you should do the things you enjoy while your young. That is also true.

They also say that there’s no such thing as monsters under your bed. That’s not true.

!WARNING! This work contains graphic depictions of violence, foul language, and other sensitive topics. Reader discretion is advised.

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“They broke my wings, but forgot I had claws.”

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Your entire life, you had spent it being common. You had a 'common' sob story of losing your parents in the omnic crisis. You had the 'common' new blood mark. You wanted to be special, you wanted people to notice you. You didn't know that this wish would cost your humanity, however.

!WARNING! This chapter contains blood, violence, and death. Please proceed with caution.

Song: Dancing with the devil - Set it off

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It was 9:30 at night when you had received the call from Holland. You had just gotten home to your small apartment which you shared with your (crappy) roommate. The familiar made you pull the phone from your pocket immediately.

"Yeah?"

"Hey (Y/N)! It's been a while, huh?"

You chuckle, twirling your car keys on your ring finger. "Yeah." You began, leaning against the door. "College has been busy, how have you been?" You ask, recognizing the voice immediately, your day improving instantly from this call.

"Ah, I've been better," Holland says. "I've been so busy, so I figured I wanted to go down to a bar to loosen up a little. Wanna come?"

"Sure, which one?"

"Lilac Gardens."

"The one that opened up two months ago?"

"Hell yeah, a lot of people are saying their food is good, and apparently most of their staff are nice to look at too."

You roll your eyes, turning around and grabbing the door handle.

You're halfway out the door when you ask; "I'm guessing you want to go now?"

"Hell yeah I do, I wanna pick up some chicks."

You fake a gagging noise, locking the door behind you. "Don't ever say that again, please."

"So, you want me to meet you there?"

"I bet I can beat you." You say.

Holland laughs.

"You're forgetting I can walk really fast."

"And you're forgetting that I own a car." You retort as Holland sputters over the phone before hanging up.

Just as you expected, you showed up at the bar before Holland did. Not that he minded, of course, it would be fun to tease Holland for being late.

Soon, you see a bus roll up across the street, various passengers coming off. There, you see Holland in all his glory, just as you expected.

Same pale skin, with freckles littering his face, same round eyes, flushed cheeks, and bright cyan hair. He's wearing a nice jean jacket, a white and black striped shirt, with jeans and Adidas. His face immediately brightens as he crosses the street and sees you.

"Since when did you drive?" He asks as he wraps an arm around your shoulders.

"Since I got my driver's license back sophomore year of college." You reply, rustling his hair.

You two enter the rustic bar, taking a seat as Holland orders two drinks.

"So, has college been pummeling you into the ground?" Holland asks.

You shrug. "Well...kinda. Speaking in front of the class still makes me nervous...but I'm gonna have to do it if I wanna be an art history teacher."

Holland leans back in the chair, sighing.

"Hm, the exact opposite of me then," He muses. "I've been buried in work, might as well dig my own grave with the papers I still have to finish."

You shake your head as the glasses are passed to you two.

You down the drink in one gulp, as Holland, mimics you. The two of you slam your glasses on the counter, as Holland chuckles.

"So, other than college kicking us in the ass, how have you been?"

You shrug.

"Pretty good I guess. Roommate's nice."

Holland frowns.

"Okay, he sucks ass, but he helps pay rent so, y'know. He stays."

"Thank god he does. If he didn't I would've hauled his ass into the nearest dumpster."

You snort.

"He's three times your size."

"So? No man is safe from a kick in the balls."

This time, you laugh, throwing your head back in the process.

"Have you called your moms yet?"

Holland scoffs. "Have I? No, have they? Yes, every day."

Holland shakes his head.

"I love them really, it's mainly just them showing me their dog doing stupid stuff like barking at the wall." Holland pauses. "What about yours?"

There's hesitance. Holland raises an eyebrow.

"(Y/N)?"

Your face contorts. "It's just...Mrs.Parkiston is in the hospital."

Holland's eyes widen. "Oh god. I'm sorry (Y/N). Why didn't you tell me?"

You shrug. "Didn't wanna bother you. She'll be fine, she's tough as nails."

Holland frowns. "Are you sure...you don't wanna talk about it?"

You nod slightly, swirl your drink around in your hand, watching the ice swim in circles.

Holland nods his head slowly and asks for a refill.

"Woah there, don't wanna make yourself drunk, Holls."

"Hey now, I'm a grown man. I can handle a drink or two."

This time, it's you who shakes your head.

"Damn, it's almost midnight," Holland mutters, gesturing to his watch. "Think we should call it a night?"

"Depends. Do you have classes tomorrow?"

"Only one, but it's at 5ish."

"Ha! I have no classes, so why don't we go somewhere else?"

"Like a movie?"

"With you and your loud mouth? We'd get kicked out during the movie trailers." You tease, and Holland huffs. You place your card on the counter, and spin around, surveying the rest of the bar. It's mostly empty, minus the small frail woman on the couch in the far corner of the room.

You raise an eyebrow, upon seeing the woman being approached by a man. Your nose crinkles as the man practically forces the woman to her feet and begins to walk out the door with the man.

\You pause, as the man turns to you, and for a second you feel your heart drop to your stomach, your skin turning cold. The man's eyes are wide, the lighting surely makes them red, and the blood veins are bright as ever. The minute this man looks away, that feeling is gone.

"Hey Holland, are you done yet?" You ask, trying to not stumble over your words, as you take your card back from the barista.

Holland turns to you. "Yeah, why?"

"Did that woman enter the bar with anyone?"

Holland pauses, as you gesture to the woman who's giggling and nearly falling to her feet, just outside the door.

"Uh...No?"

The woman is pulled away and the two begin to walk down the street, past the window. Holland turns to you.

"I know that look (Y/N)."

You're already out the door as Holland races to catch up with you, as you walk down the street, eyes peeled.

"(Y/N), she probably called someone to pick her up-"

"I don't know, Holland. That guy looked at me, and his eyes were all...all bloodshot! I felt so cold, you don't get like that looking at somebody-"

"(Y/N), you're probably just a bit tipsy-"

"I had two drinks-"

The two of you pause before you hear a shout escape through the air. Holland freezes, exchanging a look with you.

"Don't you dare-!"

Before he finishes you take off running towards the sound of the scream. Holland is shouting behind you, but you don't hear it as you slide to a stop on the outside of the alleyway.

You feel your jaw become slacked, your gaze fixated on the black heels on a woman's legs. The legs twitch once. The figure above the body making smacking noises as they lay hunched over her upper body.

"H-hey!" You shout.

The man turns around, and your eyes go wide. Red drips down the man's mouth, and you know damn well that the man's teeth is much longer than normal. His eyes are beet red, pupils blown wide, and his skin is so pale, it's practically white and glittering off of the flickering street light above you.

You slowly peer down at the woman's face, your heart pounding in your chest. Two holes are in the woman's neck, more blood pooling down the wounds and onto the concrete below. Her eyes are wide and glossed over.

"W-what the hell did you do!" You shout, the man doesn't move.

You hear footsteps behind you.

"(Y/N)? Seriously, just-Holy shit!"

Holland stumbles at the scene before you. As the man slowly stands up.

He's muttering under his breath as Holland grips your shoulder.

"Y-Y/N, we should...we should get outta here-!"

The man screeches before launching at you two. One hand coming forward to grasp your plaid shirt, and the other grabbing Holland by his hair. The two of you are thrown into the alleyway, and Holland screeches as he lands on the woman's body.

He scrambles, practically on top of you.

"Oh god, we're gonna die...(Y/N) we're gonna die-" Holland trembled.

"We're not gonna die, Holland." You hiss.

The man, who has blood dripping onto his t-shirt, hisses.

You shove Holland to the side, and the man slams face-first into the dumpster. There are two holes where his teeth were, and you look around the area.

Your hands dart across the ground, scrambling to find something of use, and your fingertips brush against something. You pull out a....bag...from under the dumpster?

"Look out-!"

The man screeches and dives at Holland this time, Holland cries out as he's wrestled onto the floor. His legs kick out, and all over the place, trying to kick the man off. Holland has his arms on the man's shoulders, who lashes out and snaps at him like a dog.

"Call the cops (Y/N) holy shit!"

You reach into your pocket, but don't feel your phone nor your car keys. "They're gone!"

"What-"

Holland screams as the man snaps at his face.

"Then just do something!" Holland yells.

You tear open the bag and with that, your eyes widen.

"What the hell..." You mutter, grabbing the piece of wood and grasping it in your hand. There's a strange symbol on the top of it. You don't recognize any of it.

The man stops, snapping his head towards you so harshly that you hear it. You make eye contact with the man, but this time you don't freeze. The wood feels hot in your hand, almost driving away the cold, and your entire body seems to get a rush from this.

The man jumps at you, your eyes flicker to the wood.

You're slammed into the wall by the man, who shouts when you plunge the wood directly into his shoulder. You pull it out again as he staggers back. His eyes go fully red, and you hear cracking noises.

"Holl-"

The man- no, this thing attacks you again, grabbing your wrist and twisting.

You shout out as the wood drops from your hands, and the man wrestles you to the ground. Jaw snapping.

"Ah! Holland do something!"

There isn't a response from Holland at first, but the man pauses for a second, sputtering. You cry out as you see the pierced end of the stake go through the man's chest, forcing blood onto your clothes.

You shove the man's body off of you. This thing sputters, his eyes slowly meeting your own.

He reaches a frail hand out before you hear the blood drip onto the concrete, and his bloody hands smear finger marks on your cheek. The man collapses onto the ground.

Holland breathes out heavily.

"Holy...did...did I just kill that guy!"

"You...You didn't mean to! Right?"

"Of-of course not! He kept moving too much and I just went for it I-" Holland grabs fistfuls of his hair. "Holy fuck (Y/N)! Now we're screwed, we're so screwed!"

For a moment, you're stunned. There's blood on you, you know there's blood on you.

"We...We should call someone." You quavered, feeling your body tremble as you step back into the wall.

"And tell them what? 'Hey my friend and I just got back from a bar and killed a guy who killed a woman! Ooh! And we also killed him with a fucking stake from Home Depot!"

You make a face at Holland, who gestures wildly at the wood.

"I don't know (Y/N)! I could go to jail for this, we're ruined-! So ruined-"

"Holland calm down."

"Calm down!" Holland roars. "Don't you dare tell me to calm down-!"

Holland pauses, the anger turning to shock, eyes going wide.

"(Y/N)?"

You raise an eyebrow and slowly turn towards the bodies. The man's body slowly becomes bright, before it fades to dust, leaving his destroyed clothes behind. Just as the man's body disappears, the woman does as well. Not leaving any trace of evidence behind. The concrete is clean of any blood.

"What. the. Fuck." Holland mutters. "This is some supernatural type shit."

There's a tense silence shared between you two. You grab the stake, and the bag, and swing it over your shoulder.

"C'mon."

"What-"

"We're leaving, now."

Holland's eyes widen.

"Holland, let's go!"

You harshly grab his wrist as you two run down the street, you see Holland's gaze never leave the alleyway as you two run. Before he faces the ground, his lower lip is bitten. If you didn't know any better, you'd say he was on the verge of tears.

You slam the front door to your apartment, and let out heavy breaths.

"Now...now what." Holland whispers. "Are we going insane or something? Maybe...Maybe we had too much to drink?"

While Holland tries to rationalize what just happened, you sigh and shut your eyes.

You softly guide Holland to the couch right to the door. He sits down, hands over his mouth, eyes flicking left and right.

You place the bag on the coffee table before you.

Holland puts his head in his hands as you turn to the bag. Curiosity gets the better of you, and you slowly unzip the bag.

"Jesus, what the hell is all of this?" You ask, slowly grabbing the large wooden cross with your left hand, and a smaller stake with your right.

Holland slowly uncovers his face.

Holland shoves past you, whilst you shout out a 'Hey!'. You reach into the bag and pull out a white bottle, as well as a rolled-up piece of paper.

"Holy water?" Holland mutters, as he places it on the coffee table and unravels the paper.

He snickers. "Jeez, d&d nerd much?"

He nudges you in the side, as you raise an eyebrow.

"Why is that guy on a wanted poster."

You crinkle your nose. "Jeez, they really did him wrong. Look at his nose."

Holland smiles. "look...his teeth too."

"Cain Soloman." Holland reads. "Vampire lord....19 grand for live...capture..."

Holland tosses the paper onto the coffee table.

"I'd say that was a load o' bull, but...you know I'd be lying."

You place the stake and the cross down.

"Is there anything else in there?" Holland began. You shrug, opening the bag wide.

"Nope, that's it."

Holland shakes his head.

"Who would leave a backpack with all of this stuff under a dumpster anyways though?"

"It's not a backpack."

"Then why does it look like one?"

You let out an exasperated sigh.

"Do you...really think that thing was a vampire?" You ask, hesitantly.

"Probably." Holland leans back, head aimed towards the ceiling. "Makes sense. The eyes, teeth, super strength, dead woman with the two holes in her neck."

"But Holland-"

"He turned into dust after you stabbed him, that woman disappeared too, blood and all!" Holland adds. "Holy crap we're in deep!"

"I always wanted to be a sorcerer when I was a kid and fight monsters, but I didn't think that'd actually happen," Holland mutters.

Holland groans and puts his hands on his face again, as you turn to the bag. You pick it up and zip it up again, fingers lightly brushing the stitched symbol on the top.

"Hey, Holland. Recognize this?"

Holland sits up and stares at the golden stitch and shrugs. "I'm a doctor (Y/N). Isn't this up to your alley?"

You scoff.

"I was just asking for a second opinion," You reply. "It's not Egyptian. I can tell you that. Definitely not kanji either."

"Then what the hell is it?"

You analyze for a moment, your eyes going wide.

"Latin maybe?"

"It looks like a really straight 'M'."

You pout as Holland throws his hands in front of his chest.

"What! It does?"

You shake your head, opening the bag again.

"C'mon, let's put this stuff away."

"And then what?"

"I'll just toss it in the trash tomorrow."

"Alright." Holland whispers. "Then what?"

You sigh.

"I...we should just pretend it didn't happen?"

There's a silence shared between the two of you, as Holland fidgets, but slowly nods his head.

"yeah...I...I guess so."

Silence again.

"You uh...wanna stay over?" You ask, hesitantly.

"Yeah, I...I'd like that. Don't wanna get attacked by any uh..vengeful vampires right?"

"...right..."

"Right."

It's about 6:50 in the morning, and you still haven't gotten any sleep. You hear Holland tossing and turning in the sleeping bag on the floor next to your bed. You aren't sure if he's asleep or not, but don't want to bother him and risk waking him up if you do ask.

Instead, you stare at the ceiling, eyes never leaving the fan that blows a soft, cool breeze onto your face.

You put a hand over your eyes as the sun peaks through the cracks of your curtains. It seems that sleep is escaping you tonight. So, you sit up, stretch and swear you hear your back crack as you do so.

You carefully roll out of bed, tip-toeing over Holland. Making your way towards the bathroom, you turn the light on.

You make eye contact with yourself in the mirror before letting out a shout and stumbling backward.

Holland bursts upright as you make contact with the floor.

"Wh-what! I'm up!"

"Why do I have a tattoo?"

"What are you talking about-HOLY SHIT!"

Holland makes eye contact with your chest, seeing the three large, black rings plastered on your left pec.

"Uh, okay then," Holland mutters. "Did you have...have that last night?"

"No." You cry out, sitting up and turning to him. "And I- oh Jesus you have one too-!"

"I'm sorry wh-holy hell I do-!"

You gesture to the very large eye tattoo on Holland's shoulder.

"Did-did you feel anything strange before you went to bed?" Holland mutters.

"No! No I didn't...did you?"

"No! I fell right asleep!"

Your fingers softly trace the eye on Holland's shoulder.

"This...could this be from last night?"

"Unless there's a boogeyman who likes to give random strangers weird tattoos while they're sleeping, I-"

The two of you freeze as you hear the doorbell ring. You make eye contact as you scramble to get to your feet. You pull on a pair of sweatpants and an undershirt, while Holland looks out the window.

"Oh shit, are those the cops."

Your eyes widen.

"Oh fuck me! Those are the cops!" Holland yells. "Well, it's been nice knowing you, pal. Hopefully, we'll be roommates in prison!"

You roll your eyes as you open the bedroom door, and make your way down the stairs. You hear another set of footsteps behind you.

However, as your hand ghosts over the doorknob, you see Holland in the hallway, hands over his mouth. He motions for you to go forward as he hides behind the wall further.

You scoff, muttering 'pussy' under your breath before you open the door.

The man and the woman turn to you, eyes widen.

"You're (Y/N) Parkinston? Correct?"

You nod. "Yes, I am."

"Good...Good. Can we come in?"

You step aside, letting the two enter the apartment.

The woman smiles.

"Ah! There's your bag!" She chippers as she races towards the bag and lifts it up.

She then pauses.

"Who opened this?"

You freeze, as the two people turn to you.

"I...uh...I-"

"I did it!" Holland calls out. "He-he had nothing to do with it I swear!"

The man and woman pause. The woman opens the bag and immediately pulls out the stake, eyes widening at the dried blood on the tip.

"You did this?"

Holland hesitantly nods, before the man narrows his gaze at Holland.

The woman turns to the man. "I can't find the contract."

"Means it's been completed. By civilians nonetheless."

The woman scoffs. "This is gonna be a tone of paperwork, Jason."

Jason grins.

The woman frowns.

"Jason. No."

"What? He's got a marking anyways."

The woman pauses, turning to Holland, and nearly drops the bag in shock. She shoves past you, rather rudely at that, and you narrow your gaze at this.

She grabs Holland by the arms and examines the eye tattoo.

"This is! This is the eye! Oh my gosh, it's been so long since I've seen a new blood with one of these!"

Holland raises an eyebrow.

The woman turns to you.

"Did you...get one by any chance?"

You hesitantly nod, pulling your undershirt down to show the rings. However, the woman frowns.

"Aw." But her grin comes back again.

"New bloods! It's been so long since there have been new bloods?"

Holland raises an eyebrow as you fidget.

"New...bloods?"

The woman giggles. "You see, we are monster hunters!"

Silence goes through the apartment.

"And...?"

Jason groans. "And, whenever a new monster hunter or hunters, in this case, is chosen, they are given a marking that explains their best abilities."

He gestures to Holland. "You, have the eye symbol. It means your powerful, confident, independent. It's rare to see a new blood be gifted one of those."

He then turns to you. You fidget slightly.y

"You have the rings. Fairly common, typically means teamwork, marriage, and all that jazz."

"Wait wait wait. Backup a minute." You interrupt. "So, monsters are real?"

"Yes," Tassy said.

"And we just killed one. So that makes us monster hunters."

Jason nods.

"Holy crap." You mutter.

"Congratulations! Pack your stuff boys, and make sure to travel lightly, because it's safer for you to stay on base!"

"Why's that?"

"You could get mauled by a werewolf...sacrificed to a vengeful god by an evil cult...made into a thrall by a vampire, the list goes on and on," Tassy says.

"Jesus Christ," Holland mutters.

#mcree x reader #jesse mcree x reader #character backstory

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Obligation (Tendou x Reader) - Part 5

I thought this would be like 5ish parts at most....and I’m like not even close to done....sooooo lololol enjoy!!)

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Title: Obligation

Pairing: Mafia AU Tendou x F!Reader

Characters: Includes characters from both Shiratorizawa and Seijoh/Some OC background characters

Includes: Swearing, Mentions of Guns/Knives and Violence

Status: Complete

Word Count: 1.2k

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The rest of the morning is spent wandering the inside of the house, trying to make the most out of the wonderful tour Tendou had taken you on and distracting yourself from the irritation you felt at the words spoken by that woman in the garden earlier. Eventually you'd come across an deserted common room, which is where you were now. A TV on the far wall and a large L-shaped couch dominated the small room. You were sitting cross-legged on the couch, not bothering to turn the TV on, instead scrolling through a series of text and picture posts on your phone. You were in the middle of a particularly long text post when you felt hot breath slide across your cheek.

"Found you."

"Ah!" You cry out, eyes as wide in surprise, as you practically jump out of your skin at the sudden voice in your ear. It only took a moment for your mind to put the voice to a face and, as you turn, the devious grin on his lips is all the confirmation you needed.

"Fuck Tendou...scared the hell out of me..." You laugh out, incapable of being annoyed when he looked so pleased with himself. You lean into the back of the couch, head back as you look at him, a hand pressed against your chest wiling your heart rate to lower. "I see you still get a kick out of sneaking up on people."

He chuckles, his hands gripping the back of the couch to brace his weight as he leans forward, hovering over you.

"Hm, yea, but no one else's reactions can hold a candle to yours."

"So.." He gives you a pointed look as his finger gently taps then middle of your forehead. "I found you..."

"You, uh, sure did..." That didn't seem to be the answer he was looking for according to the way his brow rose at your words. You blink up at him, your mind processing his words and trying to figure out what he might be trying to get it when all of a sudden the conversation you'd had earlier comes rushing back to you.

"You found me!" Your face lights up, his little prank all but forgotten for now. "Then you have some free time?"

"A little." He looks down at you, taking in your smile, the delight in your eyes, all brought on because he had come to see you. It made him want to shrug off his work plans for the day and just spend it with you.

"Great!" With a few small movements you shifted until you were sitting sideways, shoulder pressed into the back of couch. Tendou watched you scuttle around from his position behind the couch, curious what you had planned.

"Well?" You vigorously pat the seat on the couch next to you. The idea you'd had earlier could now be put into action. You wanted to find out how the last few years had been for him. You wanted to know how he had been and if anything had happened. You wanted to try and find out if the reason for his diminished enthusiasm was just him being wary after not seeing you for so long, or if something had happened to bring his spirit down. Most of all, you just wanted to know more about him.

Tendou quirks a brow at you, narrowing his eyes curiously but soon concedes with a nod and plops down on the couch beside you. He lifts an arm and drapes it along the back of the couch as he angles himself slightly towards you. Earlier when you'd invited him to come see you, it seemed like maybe there was something on your mind and it made him curious. He waited quietly for you to say or do something, and when you finally did, he found himself a little baffled.

"Soooo how have you been?"

His brows drew together in confusion. "How have I been?"

"Y...yea."

"That's why you wanted to see me?"

"Well yea. I mean it's been awhile since I last saw you and, I guess, I figured since it had been so long....things had probably happened...to you...and to me...so we could..catch up?" You feel yourself deflating a little as your words become more hesitant, wondering if this was actually a dumb idea. He was no doubt a very busy man and here you were wasting his time with a trivial conversation. "Actually, now that I'm saying it out loud it does sound kind of stupid doesn't it?" Your smile falters as you begin to nervously chew on your lip. "Sorry...just forget I said anything."

Tendou watches as your expression shifts in rapid succession, you had looked elated just a moment ago and now, because of his careless words, you looked unsure and embarrassed. He mentally kicked himself, it seemed like you were just trying to be friendly and he was over here questioning every single one of your words and actions. It was obvious the behavior of people who had hurt him in the past were coloring the way he was treating you now. You had never treated him like he was different, never shied away when you saw him, in fact for some reason you always had a smile on your face when he was around. He hated that he was the reason that your beautiful smile had faltered, all because he couldn't get out of his own head.

"Wow..." You glance back over at him, he meets your gaze with a smirk on his lips. "I forgot how much you ramble on when your nervous."

"What?!" Your mouth drops open before you avert your eyes again, this time from his teasing. "Pfffttt, nervous? Who said I'm nervous? You're clearly delusional."

"Mhm..." He leaned forward just enough so he could ruffle your hair. " Anyway...It all started when I was three." Tendou propped his feet on the coffee table as he slouched down into the couch, his head resting against the back of the couch. "My cousin ate the last of the chocolate ice cream, it was my ice cream you see...he didn't even ask, didn't tell anyone either...nope just left the empty carton in the freezer like some kind of psychopath. Let me tell you, when I pulled off the top to find it empty....I just never quite recovered..."

"Ah yea...makes sense...broken hearted over the loss of your ice cream you turned to a life of crime."

"See you get it!" He grins over at you. It had been a silly, mostly fictional, story to break up the tense mood and Satori was happy to see it had worked. After that the conversation flowed with ease. He had risen through the ranks since he had last seen you, now in charge of his own team. A move like that was a huge accomplishment and you were happy to congratulate him on it. You didn't have anything as impressive to share, not that he cared, he still wanted to know what had happened in your life during his absence. As the afternoon whiled away you couldn't help but note how he seemed a little bit more easy around you now, even his body language was more relaxed. It made you really happy to witness, maybe he had just been nervous to be around you again after so long and this dumb idea of yours had actually worked.

#tendou x reader #tendou #tendou satori #tendou mafia #haikyuu #haikyuu mafia

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