#thank you op for those quotes

[stars-n-spice]

Saw this and it made me cackle

I couldn't help myself-

Crosshair, standing in the doorway: Good morning parental figure.

Echo, not looking up: Good morning problem child.

[pwurrz]

‘take a biology class please’ HELP??????

[thewritingrowlet]

The Guardian Angel, ft. ICHILLIN' Joonie

tags: cum-in-mouth, deepthroat, quickie, creampie (both type), anal, rough, daddy kink

word count: 8k+

warning: mention of firearms and depiction of use of firearms; reader discretion is advised.

author's note: I saw this picture of Joonie holding a toy gun and said "fuck it", so here we are. I wanted to get this fic out ASAP so that I could start working on The Outing Trip 3 and the ideas that are currently sitting in my inbox. Joonie is referred to as Junhee in this fic, btw.

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“Excuse me, Mr. Director”, Mr. Kang, your chauffeur, calls out to you, waking you up from your peaceful nap, “we have arrived, sir”. “Hngh? We have?”, you say, rubbing your eyes to speed up the process, “can I ask what time this is?”. Mr. Kang looks at his watch, “it is 8:09 pm, sir”. You look outside the window of the car and see that it is dark out there. “Any news about the Guardian Angel, Mr. Kang?”, you ask. “The Angel is in position, sir. I was asked by the Angel to tell you to mind where you stand and not break line of sight—I’d also like to remind you that I’m keeping an eye on you as well, Mr. Director”, Mr. Kang explains as he shows you the gun on his hip. “Thank you, Mr. Kang. Be safe, okay? We can’t afford to lose you. I’ll see you in less than an hour”, you say to him before putting on an earpiece and getting out of the car.

“In case you forgot how you’ve ended up in this situation, let’s do a quick recap”, your brain says before starting. “You, Han Jinwoo, are the founder and director of a handful of companies, one of them being a nickel mining company that mainly operates in a developing country that is known for its messy politics. Over the past few years, you’ve been receiving extreme threats and defamations from people all over the world, including your own countrymen, for, and I quote: ‘destroying both the environment and the people of the country by ways of exploitation for capitalistic greed'. Those threats have led you to getting armored cars and extra security to keep an eye on you in public”. “Thank you for reminding me, brain; that was super helpful”, you say to yourself.

So here you are, standing in front of an empty lot that you’ve bought for an ungodly amount of money. You’re planning to build a new office building so that you can house 2 of your smaller companies here because the rent on the current building is getting ridiculous, and you’re here to meet some architects and engineers to talk about the construction.

Before you get closer to the construction site, you want to make sure that the Angel has eyes on you. You turn around and scan the buildings across the street, hoping that you’ll see the Angel. “Looking for me, director?”, you hear the Guardian Angel say in a calm but serious tone from your earpiece, “you don’t have a sniper scope like I do; you’re not seeing shit, love”. You bring your wrist closer to your mouth and speak softly into the mic, “don’t let me die, okay? I love you”. You don’t hear a reply, but you see flashing lights that spell out “ILY” in morse code. That’s your Guardian Angel, Park Junhee, a spec-ops-turned-private-military who also happens to be your beloved fiancé.

You turn towards the construction site and see some people with hard hats talking among themselves while seemingly waiting for you. “Good evening, ladies and gents. I apologize for being late”, you greet them. “Not at all, Mr. Director. I’d say you’re perfectly on time”, Mrs. Hwang, an architect, says as she shakes your hand. “Can I have a recap of our progress, Mrs. Hwang?”, you ask her. She shows you the site plan and some blueprints and explain to you that they’re planning to build the first 4 floors as soon as the materials arrive and aiming to finish it in 40 days. “Sir, I regret to inform you that the steel beams have been in transport longer than they should’ve been, thus slowing down the progress”, she says, “we have also been seeing protestors gathering here and harassing workers, sir. If I may, Mr. Director, I suggest having security here”. She is correct; while you may not have the cleanest hands and be the kindest businessman around, you certainly don’t want the innocent workers to be harassed or potentially be put in danger. “I’ll contact Nighthaven and see if they can help. Thank you, Mrs. Hwang—anyone else?”, you say.

An engineer asks for your attention, so you turn to him and listen to him. You’re deep into his speech when you hear Junhee warn you, “sir, there’s a man holding a knife running towards your position. Permission to engage, sir.”. “Don’t kill him!”, you yell out, and the people around you look at you in confusion. “Engaging”, Junhee calmly says, and you immediately hear a scream of pain from behind. You and everyone else walk towards the source of the scream and see that there’s a man lying on the ground with a butcher’s knife next to him. To your surprise, the man pulls out a gun and aims it at you, but instead of dying, you hear the man scream again; Junhee has shot him in the arm, forcing him to drop his gun. “Nonlethal, sir, as you asked. Wrap this up quick, please”, Junhee says, and you can hear the worry in her voice.

“I can’t risk losing you, ladies and gents. We’ll meet again at my office tomorrow morning, okay? Scatter, please, and be safe”, you tell Mrs. Hwang and company. Mr. Kang jumps out of the car and opens the door for you, “Mr. Director, get in, please”. “Mr. Kang, call an ambulance and make sure the man gets help, okay?”, you say as you get in the car. Mr. Kang calls his contact as he’s driving to make sure the man can be attended to with no questions asked. “We’re done, Angel—see you at home”, you say to Junhee over the mic. “Yes, sir”, she says.

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“I’m home”, you say as you open the door and enter the house. You see that Junhee is pacing back and forth nervously while waiting for you. “There you are”, she says, “are you okay, love?”. “Yes, I am. Thank you for covering me, baby; I would’ve died otherwise”, you tell her before coming in for a hug. “You’re much more than a client to me, love”, she says, her voice shaking from the emotions. “I know, baby. I’m still alive because of you, you know that right?”, you say. Junhee was a spec ops personnel and all that, but considering that you’re her fiancé, she feels way more attached to you. “Please don’t die, love. I don’t know what I would do without you”, she says as her eyes turn to a waterfall. “I’m here for you and will continue to be, love. You’re there for me as well, aren’t you, my Guardian Angel?”, you say. “Why did you ask for non-lethal, though? I-I had perfect line of sight, love”, she asks. “We’ve caught enough flaks, baby; we don’t need more”, you say, pressing your lips on her head. “But you could’ve died!”, she screams, “please don’t die, I’m begging you”.

You let Junhee cry to her heart’s content in your arms for a few minutes while offering words of comfort and assuring her that you’re fine. Junhee breaks the hug and tells you to take off your clothes; “I need to make sure you’re not hurt—not even a scratch”, she says. You do as she says and start by taking off your shirt and trousers, revealing the bulletproof vest underneath; “thank you for listening to me and wearing a vest”, she comments with a smile, “continue, please—wait, actually”. She cuts herself off and runs towards the bedroom, leaving you with only a bulletproof vest and boxers on.

She walks out of the bedroom while singing Happy Birthday and holding a cake, and only now do you remember that it is your birthday. “Did you actually forget that today is your birthday, love?”, she asks. “Time flies, love. I was so occupied with work”, you admit. Junhee tells you to make a wish, so you close your eyes and pray for your and Junhee’s safety and prosperity before blowing the candles. “Hurray, happy birthday, love!”, she excitedly says. “Are we eating that, or?”, you ask. “Later”, she says, putting the cake on the dining table. Junhee begins taking off her Agent 47-esque attire and vest and throwing them to the side before approaching you and helping you take off yours.

She pulls you towards the sofa and tells you to sit down, “I want to suck your cock”. Junhee likes sucking your cock to celebrate both your and her birthdays, so this is nothing new or odd to you. Junhee pulls down your boxers and immediately take you in her mouth. “Oh, so good, baby”, you moan, “always so good to me”. Junhee gives you a wink and go down on your cock until her nose touches your pelvis, making her gag slightly in the process. You throw your head back and pet Junhee’s head as you bask in the sensation of her wet mouth and the sounds she’s making.

You feel your cock twitch in her mouth, and you know Junhee feels it too, proven by how she bobs her head faster on your shaft. “Ah, I’m about to cum, love”, you announce to her. Junhee moves up and leave only your tip in her mouth, ready to accept your cum. With a groan, you finally blow your load and flood her mouth with it. Junhee yelps a little bit when your cum hits her throat when she wasn’t ready, but keeps her lips tight around your cock. She closes her lips after pulling away from your cock before swallowing your cum. “Tasty as usual. Thank you, love”. You shake your head weakly, “no, thank you, love”.

Junhee helps you put your boxers on again before sitting next to you on the sofa. “Love, I want to buy firearms tomorrow”, she says. “Plural, baby?”, you ask her. “I want to sell my handgun, get a new handgun and rifle, and buy some ammo for them”, she explains, “you want to come along? We can practice shooting after”. You rub your chin and think about tomorrow’s agenda, “I have a meeting with the people from earlier so you’ll need to be with me first and then I’ll come with you—can I come with you, though? I’d hate to find out that the gun shop people hate me while I’m there with you”. Junhee laughs at you, “so what? C’mon, love, come with me, please”.

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“Good morning, everyone. I apologize for ending the meeting abruptly last night”, you say as you enter the meeting room and see that everyone has come to the meeting, “is everyone okay, by the way?”. Mrs. Hwang answers for the group, “we’re okay, director. With respect, it was you that he wanted, not us”. “That is correct, Mrs. Hwang. Let’s start now, okay?”, you say as you press the button to roll down the blinds. Obviously, they notice Junhee’s presence in the room as she sticks out like sore pretty thumb, but no one dares ask you about her and jump straight to the conversation.

Since you have let the architects come up with the design, the engineers have little trouble following it since nothing is out of the ordinary or defying the laws of physics. Instead, they offer you ways to shave off some expense by “making the construction process less redundant”. You have no idea what this man is talking about, but since he assures you that it won’t compromise with the building’s quality and strength, you decide to agree. “We have received news saying that the steel beams I mentioned last night will arrive in 2 days, director”, Mrs. Hwang says. “Understood, Mrs. Hwang; please make sure we can continue the construction soon”, you say to her with a nod.

The meeting ends after about 40-something minutes, and everyone leaves together as a group, filing one by one out the door. Junhee drops the cold front and approaches you for a kiss. She takes your hands and put them on her tits, encouraging you to play with them. “Your tits are so soft, baby. Are you sure you’re wearing a bra?”, you comment as you juggle and squeeze them. “I’m wearing your favorite sports bra but no vests”, she says, “love, I’m wet; touch me, please”. You press a button to lock the doors and take off your trousers and boxers, “come to me, baby”.

Junhee pulls her trousers and panties down to give your cock access to her pussy. She jumps into your lap and immediately impale herself on your erect cock, letting out a soft moan in the process. “You-you’re filling me up so well, love—ah, hngh”, she says with heavy breaths. You want to cum so bad, so you thrust up and meet her in the middle, “Fuck, I want to cum for you, baby”. Junhee’s heart is palpitating like crazy, “ah-ah-ah—yes-yes, cum for your fiancé, love—ah, fuck—I’m so close, love”.

You keep thrusting up while Junhee keeps going down as the both of you are chasing your own orgasms. “Love, love—oh, please”, Junhee calls out to you, “I’M CUMMING!”. The way her pussy is squeezing your cock forces you to blow at the same time, and nothing beats the feeling of cumming together with your fiancé. Junhee leans forward for a hug, and the two of you stay silent while catching your breaths. “The—hah, God—the cum will drip down if you stand up”, you say to her. Junhee tells you to lay her on the table and get ready to scoop up the leak. Thankfully the leak isn’t too crazy, and she licks it off your hand. “That’s one pew-pew down, wanna move on to the next?”, you ask her. “Ye-yeah, help me put on my pants, please”.

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 Mr. Kang drops you off in front of the gun shop, and Junhee leads you into it. “Good afternoon!”, Junhee says to the staffs. “Good afternoon to you as well, Miss Park. Can I help you?”, a female staff says. “Yeah, I’m looking to trade this in for a G43X MOS”, she pulls out her handgun and unloads it before putting it on the counter. The staff picks it up and inspects it, “G19, hey? Anything else?”. “No, that’s it—oh, some 9mm ammo, please”, she says. The staff then leaves you two alone and do whatever he needs to for the trade-in. “I thought you were buying a rifle?”, you ask. Junhee shakes her head, “on second thought, I don’t think I need a new one now. The one we have now still works well—you saw it last night”. You have little clue about firearms, but Junhee knows her stuff, so you trust her judgment on the matter.

The staff comes back outside and invites you two to the range to test her new handgun. The staff hands each of you some headset and safety glasses and asks you to put them on. Junhee then hands the gun to you and asks you to load it yourself, “do not put your finger on the trigger unless you’re ready to shoot—you don’t want to kill us, do you?”. You shake your head and take the gun from her hands. “Aim at that target, love”, she says. You’ve shot a gun before (under Junhee’s supervision, obviously), so you know how to unlock the safety switch and get ready to shoot. “I’m ready”, you say to her. “I know they’ve fired this gun multiple times during production to test it, but technically it’s a virgin; take her cherry like you did mine, love”, she says as she steps away from you.

You steady your aim and start firing one bullet at a time until you’ve shot all 10 of them. “Not bad”, Junhee comments, “you missed one, love—that might hit a bystander, you know?”. You apologize for missing, but she rejects it, “you can apologize by getting better, okay? You need to be able to handle a gun well in case I’m not there to protect you. Come, let’s get out of here”.

Junhee leads you to the front and pays for her new pistol and a box of 9mm ammo. “Sorry for being pushy, but is he your client, Miss Park?”, the staff asks. Junhee looks at you and chuckles, “yeah, something like that. Alright, we’re leaving. See you soon!”. You open and hold the door for your fiancé, earning a cute smile from her; “who would’ve thought a girl this cute was spec ops? Looks can really fool you, huh?”, you think to yourself.

“Love, can we go home, or do you need to go back to the office?”, she asks. “We can go home, yeah. We need to talk”, you say, keeping things vague for Junhee. “Oh, um, okay, love”, she says nervously. She tries asking you what you want to talk about, but you wave her off and tell her that she’ll know soon enough. “Excuse me, sir”, Mr. Kang says, “the news of Miss Park’s work last night has broken out. Personally, I would like to commend her for not killing him”. “It was my fiancé’s wish to shoot him in the leg, Mr. Kang; I was just following orders”, Junhee says. “That is good thinking, sir; the public might dislike you, but not killing him will make you look not as bad”, Mr. Kang says. “What do you think if I pay for his medical expenses?”, you ask your fiancé. “Yeah, I guess we can do that. I’ll call someone and have them take care of it”, she says.

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“So, what is it you wanted to talk about? I’m not in trouble, am I? Please say no, oppa”, Junhee asks as you enter the bedroom with her. Junhee stopped calling you oppa after you two got engaged and nowadays she usually calls you that when she wants something. You laugh at her as you hold her hands, “no, you’re not in trouble, baby; I just wanted to say that I’ve booked a restaurant this weekend for our anniversary”. Junhee falls forward limply into your arms, “aaaah, you scared meeeee—I thought you were going to scold me or something, aaaaah”. “Ahaha no, of course not. Can I ask you to wear a dress, though?”, you say to her. Junhee huffs: she doesn’t like wearing a dress because she can’t keep her gun on her hip, “ugh, fine—please keep in mind that I’m only doing it for you”. You put on a confused face, “if not for me, then who are you dressing up for?”. “Nobody, oppa, I promise”, she says in a low voice, “if it was up to me, I’d not wear anything when I’m with you and just let you do whatever to me”. “One day, baby, okay?”, you peck her forehead.

“Baby, aren’t you hungry? Want to ask the cook to make you something?”, you ask your fiancé. “I’m hungry for your cum”, she says with a naughty smirk, “but honestly, I am. Can we have fettucine, love?”. You ask her to sit on the bed while you call the cook, “good evening, Miss Ahn. Can we have two fettucine alfredo, please?”. You hang up the phone after getting an answer, “she’s making us some right now. Do you want to do anything while we wait?”. Junhee moves to the center of the bed and rests her head on a pillow, “cuddle, please”.

You join her in bed and Junhee rests her head on your shoulder, the rest of her body hugging you from the side. “I love you”, she says. “I love you too, baby”, you answer. “No, no, you must’ve not heard me; I love you”, she repeats with a pout. “I love you more, baby”, you correct yourself. “There you go—wasn’t so hard, was it?”, she pecks you on the cheek after. You hear Junhee yawn, so you pat her on the back softly and encourage her to get a quick shuteye. She’s private military and all that, but deep inside, she’s just a girl who wants to love and be loved—Junhee doesn’t like being referred to as a girl, by the way; “you turned me into a proper woman, oppa—your woman”, she said after her first time.

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The buzz from your phone shakes you awake, so you reach over to the bedside table and see the text from Miss Ahn saying that the food is ready. “Junhee, my baby, the food is ready, love”, you poke her in the cheek repeatedly to wake her up. “Hng, carry me, love”, she whines cutely. You carry her on your back and head towards the dining room.

Miss Ahn is waiting for you at the table when you arrive and welcomes you to dinner. “Your dinner is ready, sir and madam”, she says. “Wow, thank you, Miss Ahn. You’re the best!”, Junhee praises Miss Ahn with two thumbs-up and a gleeful smile. Miss Ahn then excuses herself to go home, since it’s almost the end of her working hours.

“Thanks for the meal!”, Junhee exclaims as she picks up some fettucine noodles with a fork and puts it in her mouth, “oh my, delicious as always”. “Apologies, sir”, Miss Ahn returns to the dining room, “your parents sent you a bottle of wine this morning, would you like some as company?”. You see that Junhee also wants some, so you agree to Miss Ahn’s offer and she disappears once again to get the wine and some glasses. “Oooh, a Chateau Margaux”, you say as she brings the bottle to the table. Miss Ahn pours some wine into each of the empty glasses and fills them halfway. “Is that expensive, love?”, Junhee asks. “Yeah, I think so; my mom is a bit of a wine connoisseur, so I’d like to guess that it is”, you tell her. Junhee takes a sip and smacks her lips after, “that’s really good, love”.

You send Miss Ahn away so that she can go home before digging into your fettucine and wine. “This is really good, wow”, you comment. You look at Junhee as you’re chewing and see that she has finished her fettucine. She leans back in her chair and lets out a tiny burp, “oh, sorry, love. It was too fucking good”. “Which one tastes better: the fettucine or my cum?”, you tease her. Junhee’s cheeks are red thanks to you, and she can’t come up with an answer; “you’re not comparing an apple to another apple, though, love; you’re comparing an apple to a banana”, she argues. You shake your head and laugh, “sure, baby, whatever you say”.

-

“It’s Saturday, isn’t it?”, you think to yourself as you’re waking up in the morning. You look around in the dark and see that Junhee is still in dreamland in your arms. You move her arms and legs softly and set them on the bed so that you can get off and stretch your body.

After stretching, you decide to check out Junhee’s gun shelf in the bedroom. You open the shelf and see an unloaded rifle with a suppressor attached to the end of its barrel and two pistols, presumably Glocks, since Junhee likes them so much. When you look down, you see a bunch of magazines lined up tidily and a few boxes of ammunition. You pick up the rifle and rotate it around to inspect it; “feels like a very solid rifle—what is this big ass scope, though?”, you think to yourself. “Looking for something, love?”, Junhee comments as she wakes up. You put the rifle back in its place, “sorry, baby; I was just curious”. “I’m glad that you’re not scared of them”, she comments, “it’s helpful to not be scared of guns, especially when they’re used to protect you”. You turn your attention back to the shelf, “did you modify these things, baby?”.

Junhee gets off the bed and stands next to you. She grabs the rifle from the rack and shows you what part she’s swapped out, such as trigger, charging handle, and bolt carrier group; “obviously you can see the scope and suppressor”, she says. You can hear the enthusiasm in her voice whenever she’s talking about firearms, and you want to keep going for now. “Can you tell me about the pistols? Are these the MOS thingy?”, you ask. “The right one is, but this one isn’t”, she says as she picks up one of them, “this is a Glock G45 with an Omega 9K suppressor and extended mag—Nighthaven gave me this gun as a parting gift”. Junhee puts it back after inspecting it and closes the shelf, “that’s enough gun talk for today, love. Let’s do something else”. “Such as?”, you ask. “Such as giving me your cum before breakfast”, she bites her lip naughtily.

She asks you to sit on the edge of the bed while getting down on both knees in front of you. You pull your boxers down to help her get what she wants, and she strokes your cock immediately; “do you never get tired of having sex, baby?”, you ask. “How can I get tired of sex when my fiancé has such a perfect cock? Not to mention that you were my first and my only”, she says. You keep your eyes on her as she does your favorite thing: tying her hair into a ponytail, even going as far as bending backwards slightly to show off her tits. “God, you look so hot every time you do that”, you comment.

Junhee unbuttons her pajama top and throws it to the side, her tits now free from their restraints. “Love, I know I’ve asked you this before, but what do you think about my tits?”, she says as she holds them with both hands. “If it was up to me, love, I’d carry you in my arms and just suck your tits all day everyday while my cock is deep in your pussy”, you lick your lips at the thought, “would you let me do that?”. Junhee reaches down and starts touching herself, “oppa, I need you so bad—ah, oh—please, oppa”. You pull Junhee onto your lap, your cock pressing against her stomach while your hands are busy fiddling her nipples, “what’s the password, baby?”. “Ah, nghh—please, daddy”, she says with a moan.

You wanted her to say “love”, but “daddy” works just as well if not better. You lift Junhee up by her thighs and impale her pussy with your cock, earning a loud moan from her. “Daddy—ah, fuck, hng—daddy, I love you—ahhh—I love you so much”, Junhee says between noisy moans. “Fuck, baby, you’re so tight”, you praise her as you grit your teeth, “wanna cum for your daddy?”. “Yes, yes, I—AH, FUCK”, Junhee cums as soon as she lets out a scream, and you’re trying your hardest to not bust despite the tight squeeze.

You pull out and ask Junhee to lie on her stomach on the edge of the bed, and unsurprisingly, she obeys right away. You hold your cock and push forward until you feel the warmth of her pussy again—Junhee’s moan is even louder this time, “God, how are you even tighter, baby?”. Junhee screams very loudly at the first contact, seemingly in pain, “tha-that’s my ass, daddy; you-you’re in my ass”. You rub your eyes in disbelief and take a closer look: you are indeed in her ass; “but how did I get in your ass so easily?”, you ask. “I-I’ve been training it, love”, she admits, “I-I wanted to give you my last cherry—ahng, so big, fuck”.

You pull out to process her words, “do you want to say it again?”. Junhee stands up and hugs you, falling limp in your arms like she usually does; “I-I wanted to give you my last cherry, love. That way I’ll be yours entirely”, she says in a weak voice. “But it hurts, no? I don’t want to hurt you, baby”, you say to her. “It did hurt, but it’s only right that I give you my anal cherry”, she says, “please, let me be selfish this one time”. You ask her once again and you’re met with her unwavering determination, so you decide to play along.

Junhee returns to her previous position on the edge of the bed and spreads her cheeks for you, “please, daddy, grant me my wish; I want to be yours enti—FUCK, GENTLY, DADDY”. Your cock is halfway in her ass when she screams it out, “God, baby, you’re so tight”. “Ah-ah-ah—I’m yours, daddy. I’m yours—oh, fuck”, she chants as you fuck her ass at a slow tempo. Once you feel like her rear muscles has relaxed and is stretched enough to accommodate your girth somewhat comfortably, you start fucking her faster. Junhee screams as she feels the increased pace, “YES, YES, I’M YOURS, DADDY”. Her loud chants rile you up even more, and you quietly wish that a household assistant doesn’t happen to be outside the bedroom right now.

The tightness of her ass is different than her pussy’s, and you feel like it’s trying to milk your cum out of your cock. “Baby, I’m about to bust”, you announce to her with a groan. “FUCK, YES, GIVE IT TO ME—GIVE IT TO ME IN THE ASS”, she yells, straining her voice cord—you hope that she won’t lose her voice after this and promise yourself that you’ll give her some water. “AH, FUCK”, you scream out as you release your load in her ass for the first time ever, and you feel splashes on your thighs—Junhee is squirting from anal sex, isn’t that crazy?

You try to pull out, but Junhee tells you to stay inside. “It’s so hot, daddy”, she says, “now I belong to you entirely”. You bend forward and peck her on the nape, “thank you, baby. It was an honor to be your first. I love you, darling”. Junhee then asks you to pull out, citing the pain from the stretch, so you do as she asks and inspect the result of your work. Your cum is dripping out of her gaped asshole that is trying its hardest to return to its original shape. You keep an eye on it until it closes perfectly, and pecks Junhee in the ass, making her gasp in surprise. “Did you like it, daddy?”, she asks. You pull her into a hug before answering, “yes, baby, I liked it a lot. Thank you so much”. “I’m yours now, daddy—like, yours yours, you know?”, Junhee says before pecking you in the cheek. “I know you mean well, but you’re not my property, love”, you say with a smile, “I love you, baby”. “But you get what I mean, right? I’ll do whatever for you, daddy”, she says. You chuckle at her words, “can you eat well and stay healthy for me, love?”. “Aaaaah, you’re not cooperating with meeeeee”, she whines, “you’re so lucky I love you”. You hold her head with both hands, “I know, baby; I’m grateful for you every single day”. Your sweet words make Junhee blush, “I-I’m grateful for you as well, love. I can’t thank you enough for the love you’re showering me with”.

-

It is now 2 hours before you need to leave for dinner. You’ve been busy looking for clothes in the walk-in closet, even going as far as asking Mr. Kang for ideas; “I suggest a white shirt, a three-piece suit in navy-blue, and an orange striped tie, sir”, he said over the phone earlier; his love for those colors is second to none. “I’ll go along with your idea today, Mr. Kang”, you say to yourself. You fetch an orange tie from the shelf and a navy-blue three-piece suit that is tidily kept in cover bag. After putting them on, you grab a box of shoes and head towards the bedroom to check on Junhee.

“Baby”, you knock on the bedroom door, “have you chosen a dress yet?”. Junhee opens the door and walks out, and your jaw drops to the floor right away; she has put on a very fancy white dress and has a matching handbag in her hands. “Dear Lord, you’re so beautiful”, you comment as your eyes roam all over her body from head to toe. “You remember this dress, don’t you?”, she asks—how can you not remember? You gave her that dress as a gift after establishing the first mine under OreQuest Co. last year. You take her hand and peck it, “I can’t wait to get married to you, baby. I love you so much”. “I can’t wait to get married to you, love. I love you more”, she says with a lovely smile, copying your line.

Mr. Kang greets you as you and Junhee walk towards the row of cars, “looking sharp, sir and madam—I see that you’ve agreed to my suggestion, sir”. You shake his hand in appreciation, “I trust your sense of fashion, Mr. Kang. I must say it’s very on-point”. Mr. Kang accepts your thanks with a smile, “may I know which car we’re taking, sir?”. You look around your collection of expensive cars, “can we take the Ghost? That’s armored too, right?”. “It is, sir, just not as thick as the Cadillac”, he says, “please, have a seat”. You open a door for Junhee before getting in yourself, followed by Mr. Kang. “The Sapphire, please, Mr. Kang”, you say to him. Mr. Kang turns on the car and starts driving out of the garage, “certainly, sir”.

During the ride, Junhee pulls out her trusty G45 from her handbag and puts it in the compartment in the center of the seat, “I’ll be unarmed tonight, Mr. Kang; we’re relying on you”. “Understood, madam. Speaking of which, I have an AR-15 in this bag next to me as well”, he says. “Is that a 16-inch, Mr. Kang?”, Junhee asks as she takes a peek. “11-and-a-half, madam; I recently came up with a new build and have been training with it”, Mr. Kang explains. Mr. Kang used to be Junhee’s subordinate during her Nighthaven days, and she was the one who convinced you to hire him as a chauffeur. “You’ve always been the creative one, Mr. Kang—I’ll need a list of the parts you used for it, by the way”, she praises him.

-

Mr. Kang drops you off in front of The Sapphire and opens the door for you with a press of a button. “Director Han”, a staff greets you at the door with a polite bow, “your reservation is ready, sir. Kindly follow me, please”. You hold Junhee’s hand as you follow the staff to your table, secluded from the rest of the visitors. You pull out some money from Junhee’s handbag (since you don’t carry much cash) and hand it to him, “thank you for your help”. “Thank you for the visit, director. Your appetizers will come out soon. Have a good night, sir and madam”, the staff bows again and walks away with a smile. “How did he know that you’re a director, love?”, Junhee asks. You chuckle at her question, “I mean, almost everyone does, whether they hate me or not. Not to mention that The Sapphire’s owners have been good friends with my parents since I was a kid”.

A waiter sets some plates with fancy food on your table while another pours some wine into the glasses. “How long is this dinner, by the way, love?”, Junhee asks as she eyes the food. “9 courses, I think”, you answer her and turn to the waiters and one of them gives you a nod, “yes, 9 courses. Thank you very much, we will be enjoying this”. You lift a glass of wine for a toast, “to us, baby, until the end of time”. Junhee lifts her glass and clinks it with yours, “to us, love, until the end of time”.

-

“Here’s your final course, sir and madam”, the waiter says. “Ah, the last one already?”, you comment, “where has time gone, baby?”. Junhee smiles at you oh-so-warmly, “time flies like a fighter jet when you spend it by talking and laughing with those you love, honey”. Truer words have never been said before and they make you realize how blessed you’ve been throughout your life; “I love you so, so much, baby, but I can’t come up with the words to express myself”, you say with glassy eyes, “I want to get you a gift right now—you know, like a symbol”. “You are my gift, honey—one that never stops giving”, she says with teary eyes as well.

-

You walk out of the restaurant hand-in-hand with Junhee and head towards the car. You open the passenger door and ask Junhee to enter first. You hear a commotion from your left, but initially pay no attention to it and keep minding your business. That is, until the source of the commotion, a man who has a shirt with your face crossed out, appears from around the corner and aims his gun at you. You scream in pain when you feel hot lead hit your left shoulder, and Junhee screams in panic and pulls you into the car. Mr. Kang gets ready to jump out and shoot back, but you tell him no; “don’t, Mr. Kang—just get us out, please”, you say before grunting from the pain.

Mr. Kang plants his foot on the gas and speeds away to get some help for you, and you hear some more shots land on the car. “Love, love”, Junhee calls out to you as tears flow down her cheeks, “stay with me, stay with me, please. Faster, Mr. Kang!”. Your eyelids feel like they weigh a quintal, and you feel powerless to keep them open.

-

You’re lying flat on your back with a bright light shining right in your eyes, and you wonder if you died and is seeing God right now. “God, please protect my fiancé; watch over her and bless her like you’ve blessed me”, you mutter to yourself. “Oppa! Oppa!”, you hear Junhee’s voice coming from God-knows-where, and you can’t help but shed tears. “I’m so sorry for breaking your heart, love. I never meant it to end like this. I love you, baby”, you say to yourself.

A higher power places your soul back into your body as if telling you that this isn’t over yet, and you jolt as if you were electrocuted. You look to your right and see Junhee sitting on a chair next to you: she’s crying her heart out with her hands on her face. “Junhee-yah”, you weakly call out to her, and she gasps in shock before rushing to you. “Love! Love, you’re awake—oh God, thank you—thank you so much”, she says in tears, “I’m so sorry, love. I-I was supposed to protect you. Oh, God, I failed you”. You try to sit, but Junhee holds you down, “no-no-no, please, just lay down. You’re safe here; Mr. Kang is guarding the door”. You wipe her tears with your thumb, “are you okay, baby? Are you hurt?”. Junhee shakes her head as she presses your hand against her cheek, “I-I’m fine, love”. You show her a gentle smile, “then you didn’t fail anyone, love; this is simply an accident”.

You take a good look around the room and the IV drip and heart monitor tell you that you’re at a hospital. “Thank you for bringing me here, love”, you tell Junhee, “I hope no one gave you trouble”. Junhee exhales deeply before answering, “this hospital is secretly owned and run by Nighthaven; they don't ask questions”. You suddenly feel a sharp pain in your shoulder area, and you let out a grunt because of it; “do you know where he hit me?”, you ask her. “Somewhere here”, she points at her own shoulder, under the collarbone, “the bullet is still sitting in your body, by the way—it’s fine, though, you’ll live”.

Junhee sits back down in her chair and texts Mr. Kang and your parents, telling them that you’re alive and well—minus the bullet wound. You chuckle while looking at her, “I was about to ask if you’re hungry, but we literally just had dinner”. Junhee pecks you in the cheek, “I haven’t even thanked you for taking me to dinner—thank you, love”. Since you can’t sit and peck her back, you opt to peck her hand instead, “happy anniversary, baby”. “Happy anniversary, oppa”, she replies with a merry smile.

-

You’re cleared to go home after spending 3 days in the hospital, and you finally see Mr. Kang since the shooting as you’re walking to the car. “Director, pleased to see you again”, he says with a bow, “my apologies for not reacting in time, sir”. You pat him on the back, “it’s fine, Mr. Kang. As long as no one else got hurt, I’m content with it”. He nods and smiles, “one more thing, sir; your secretary received a message from your parents saying that they’re inviting you to dinner on the 21st”. “Dinner, Mr. Kang? Did they forget what just happened?”, you let out an amused chuckle. “The dinner will be at their house, sir, and your fiancé has arranged for Nighthaven to guard the area—she might not be one of them anymore, but she’s still the highly-respected Head of Personnel Development in their eyes”, he explains. “Aaaah, I want to go hoooome”, Junhee whines, “love, please; can we not go home already?”. “You heard the lady, Mr. Kang; let’s go home”, you say to him.

-

Junhee drags you to the bedroom and asks you to sit on the edge of the bed, presumably because she desperately wants your cock after spending a few days without sex. “Are you that horny, baby?”, you ask Junhee, who is seemingly in a rush to strip. “You have no idea”, she says, “I would’ve sucked your cock and have you cum in me that night if it wasn’t for that fucking bastard”. She turns away from you and holds your cock as she lowers herself, “I want it in my ass, daddy—can I have it in my ass, please?”. You both know that your cock and her asshole are dry, but you don’t want to ruin Junhee’s mood, so you let her do what she wants and agree to fuck her ass again.

Hearing your approval, she starts lowering her butt until your tip is at her entrance. Once she manages to get the tip in, you pull her down roughly and fill her ass with your entire shaft. She throws her head back and screams, “ah-ah—daddy, so full—ah-ah, yes”. You then yank her hair and ask her where your cock is; “it-it’s in my ass, daddy—FUCK, YES, PLEASE”, she answers with a scream because you’re getting impatient with the slow pace and thrust up into her ass.

You feel tired after a few minutes, so you pull out and ask her to get on her hands and knees on the bed. Junhee’s arms become limp as you’re fucking her from behind, causing her to drop her torso onto the bed. You spank her multiple times as you’re fucking her ass hard and fast, making Junhee scream both in pain and pleasure. “Daddy, daddy, yes—fuck, yes—do me, daddy”, she chants repeatedly. “I hope you like it rough”, you say to her as you plant your feet on the bed to get a better posture to fuck her.

You finally blow your load in her ass with a groan, but unlike last time, Junhee isn’t squirting. She also doesn’t resist when you pull out, choosing to drop her ass flat onto the bed due to exhaustion. “You were so rough, daddy; I don’t think I’ll be able to walk after this”, she comments with heavy breaths. “I’m so sorry, love. You made me really horny, and I went off the rails”, you apologize as you pat her back gently.

You roll Junhee onto her back and cuddle her, “I know I technically didn’t go anywhere, but I’ve missed you so much, baby”. Junhee steals a peck from your cheek, “I’ve missed you too, love. I’m so glad you’re okay now”. You glance at the clock hanging on the wall and see that you still have a lot of time until bedtime, “love, are we ready to call it a night or do you have other ideas?”. She gathers her might and straddles your thighs, “you haven’t filled my pussy, love; one more round, please? I want you to make me sore”.

Her words arouse you, and you feel your cock hardening again instantly after hearing that you’ll be doing another round. Junhee holds your cock in one hand and starts stroking it, “always so hard for me, aren’t you? I love it”. You close your eyes and enjoy the handjob she’s giving you. That is, until she asks for your attention; “eyes on me, love”, she says with a smile. You look at Junhee in the eyes, and she immediately stuff herself with your cock. “Fuck, the size catches me off guard every single time”, she says before taking the entirety of your cock in her pussy, “oh, fuck, so full again”.

You don’t want to miss out on Junhee’s heavenly soft moans, so you pull her down and keep her in your arms while her hips are busy going up and down your cock at a relaxed tempo. “Moan for me, love; you know how much I love the sound”, you say to her. Junhee nibbles your ear before moaning right into your ears. “Ah-ah—honey, I love you so much”, she says softly into your ears, “everything about you is just perfect, honey—take me, honey, yes”. You want to reply to her with your own words, but your low voice doesn’t sound as sexy as hers, so you decide to do something else. You latch your lips on her neck and start sucking and nibbling, feeling keen on planting hickeys on her pale skin. “Yes, mark me, love—I’ll show them who I belong to”, Junhee eggs you on. With her encouragement, you suck on her neck harder until it’s red.

Rough sex is fun and all, but nothing beats slow romantic sex with very minimal profanity, as you’re able to rejoice in the sensations and show your significant other how much you love them, just like how you and Junhee are doing it right now. “My love, I want to cum with you”, she says softly between moans. “Kiss me, baby”, you say to her as you guide her chin towards you. Junhee plants her lips on yours and starts kissing you lovingly and passionately, adding a bit of tongue wrestling on top of it. Junhee breaks the kiss to deliver some news, “I’m so close, my love. Please, please finish with me”.

Orgasm is finally at the door again after what felt like half an hour, and your cock twitches in Junhee’s pussy. “Yes, love, give it to—OH, GOD”, Junhee cuts herself off and yelps as she reaches her peak. You follow closely behind her and blow your load inside her pussy. Junhee kisses you again as she rides her high, only breaking it after it passes. “I love you so much, honey”, she says. “How much?”, you say with a teasing smile. Junhee straightens her posture and makes a big circle with her hands, “thiiiiis much”. You laugh at her antic, “I love you more, baby”.

There are stray strands of hair all over her face, so you do your best to tidy them up for her. She lies on your body after you’re done, “thank you for everything, love”. “You’re welcome, baby. Thank you”, you reply to her, “you want to let me out, or no?”. “No, let’s just stay like this until tomorrow, that way I’ll be able to ride you first thing in the morning—would you consent to that, by the way?”, she says. You smile at her, “of course; it’s not like you’ll cut my penis off when I’m asleep, is it? What makes you want me to stay inside, though?”.

She plants her hands on your chest and looks at you, “I don’t know if other men’s penis does this, but yours doesn’t shrink; you’re just limp—you’re very big, by the way, if you haven’t noticed already. I’d love to keep your penis in my mouth or vagina all day long if it was up to me”. You laugh at her words, “it feels like you’d do a lot of things if it was up to you”. She slaps your chest playfully before resting on your body again, “I really want to be naked all day and let you do what you want to me, though”. “What about the household assistants, love? You don’t want them to see you run around the house naked, do you?”, you ask. “Oh, you’re right”, she says as the gears in her head turn, “we can give them a day off, no? That way the house will be empty. Please say yes, love”. You smile and shake your head in amusement, “sure, baby. Just tell me when, okay?”.

[deathmetalunicorn1]

A RoR request!

Boa Hancock reader who is reputed as the most beautiful woman in the world, something that Aphrodite herself acknowledges when she entered the arena. She still possesses OP Boa's characteristics which is being prideful, arrogant, selfish and a man hater to protect herself from being enslaved in her childhood. Since she ate the Mero Mero fruit she can turn her opponents into stone if they're ever attracted to her, which flabbergasted the gods and human warriors alike. After effortlessly defeating a lower god she proudly proclaims the iconic quote "no matter what I do, the world will always forgive me! Why's that? That right, it is because I am beautiful!" Shocking everyone in the arena with her egoism. After the fight she quickly rushes to her lover and acts like a teenage girl having a crush, which no one will ever expect or believe if someone tells them that the great pirate Empress acts soft, compassionate and kind around her lover only.

The partner can be anybody else! But I wanna emphasize on Qin Shi Huang since they're both rulers hehe

Bonus if Aphrodite wants to befriend her and share beauty secrets to each other!

I hope this request is comprehensible, thank you~!!

My queen! Best girl ever!!! Thank you for requesting this!!!

-Perfection, that’s the word many used to describe you, even Aphrodite, who was in awe of your beauty. Men and women alike adored you; they couldn’t help but stare when you passed by- you radiated confidence and power.

-You knew that you were beautiful so those foolish enough who believed they could flatter you with mere words were sorely mistaken.

-Their praise meant nothing to you, coming from those beneath you, your cold glares had them swooning over themselves, but why wouldn’t they? You were the most beautiful woman in the world after all.

-Only a very small handful of people knew the truth about your past, you had been enslaved by cruel men as a child, and escaped as a young teenager, fleeing with your sisters.

-The massive scar on your back, after burning the brand off of you, was the only blemish on your body, but you always kept it hidden, your dark secret.

-Brunnhilde approached you to request that you fight on behalf of humanity, and she had to admit that you were intimidating, your eyes were cold and dull, staring down at her as if she were trash before you stood from your throne and approached, heels clicking beneath you, “I will fight for you, Valkyrie. There is too much at stake if I leave the fighting up to all of these men.”

-She gave you a firm nod, thanking you before leaving. You folded your arms, staring after the Valkyrie before you turned, looking at two photographs you had on a table, one of your sisters and one of the man you loved, “Really too much at stake.”

-Heimdall introduced you and the cheers were near deafening as men and women alike, humans and gods, roared with cheers, adoration on their faces, seeing you walking out.

-Aphrodite smiled softly, leaning her chin on her hand, “Ahh my dear friend, I can’t wait to see you battle. It will be stunning.” You had found a good friend in Aphrodite, as you both were incredibly beautiful, but instead of competing, you compared beauty tips and through it, you became close friends.

-As you walked out, Heimdall stood in your way, still hyping the crowds up.

-A sharp kick had him flying head over heels and many were stunned by your actions. He sat up, “Why did you kick me?!” your sharp glare had him instantly blushing, folding under your gaze as your stance shifted, a hand coming to your hip as you spoke, “You dare speak to me in such a way- you scum!” as you finished, you were leaning so far back that you were looking at the sky, pointing a finger at him with your other hand.

-The crowds and Heimdall both went crazy, celebrating that you did your ‘extreme looking down pose’ as you stood back up.

-Your opponent was a cocky man, who was leering at you as if you were meat and he was a starving dog, making you glare slightly.

-The match started, and you instantly lifted your hands in front of your chest, “Mero-mero-mero!!” a heart shaped beam came from your hands and instantly turned him into a stone statue, leaving him immobile before you walked over, a hand on your hip before roundhouse kicking him, shattering the statue, “Perfume Femur!”

-Jaws were dropped all around, the match lasted less than 30 seconds!! Before the crowds went wild, seeing that you had won so easily.

-Many were angry, demanding to know about that ability of yours, but since you came to Valhalla with it, after you died, it was a part of you, so you were allowed to use it according to the rules.

-You lifted a hand to your lips, breathing out lightly before brushing your hair back over your shoulder, instantly getting everyone blushing hard again, “No matter what I do, the world will always forgive me! Why’s that? That’s right, it’s because I am beautiful!”

-Your giant ego was shocking for so many; you were so arrogant! But those who tried to be angry with you couldn’t help but look at you in adoration, you were truly so beautiful, they couldn’t stay mad at you.

-You then heard a voice call out, “Y/N!” gazes turned to a man who was smiling brightly, waving at you, many in shock that he called to you so casually as he ran over, entering the arena.

-Jaws dropped as he took your hands, “You did it! You were amazing!” but your reaction was even more shocking as you instantly flushed, pulling away as you held your cheeks, turning from him, looking like a shy teenager!

-Qin Shi Huang-  He adored you, you were a ruler just like him and he admired that you created an island nation of nothing but women, to keep them safe and raised them all to be fierce warriors. He was a little oblivious to your reactions around him, when you would get shy and flustered, not seeing it how others saw it, seeing how cute you acted. Many were jealous that he had managed to get to you first, but that was something that drew you to him, he didn’t treat you like an object or a prize to be won, he treated you as a person, he treated you like the empress you were. When he would praise you, others around you couldn’t help but watch you scurry back behind a pillar, hiding and holding your bright red face, your voice coming out a bit higher in pitch. You really were too cute.

-Kojiro- Jaws were dropped all around, how did Kojiro get you?! They all turned to stone in shock when Kojiro hugged you, picking you up easily and spinning you around, “I’m so proud of you Y/N! But I knew you were going to win! You’re the best!” your hands came to your mouth as a sharp gasp escaped you, a flush taking over your full head, thinking to yourself, ‘Is this- is this a proposal?!’ your thoughts immediately went to your wedding with Kojiro as he beamed up at you. Kojiro held your hand, not paying any attention to your flustered self as he led you backstage. Kojiro treated you like a ruler, you were an empress and a warrior, you were not someone to be taken lightly, and his laid back, friendly nature, just seemed to draw you to him. He seemed not affected by your beauty, which was unheard of, but after realizing that he loved you for you, not for your looks, you fell even harder.

[signalnext]

I absolutely love this story and have actually downloaded it and keep it to read whenever I feel like I need it (one of very few stories for which I've done this, DW or no).

It's such a lovely example of a Thirteen story, officially sanctioned at that, and although it was written to address the Covid19 lockdown, it still remains relevant especially to me on a personal level. To remember the things in life to be grateful for. To thank the people behind the scenes. To honor those who have died. To be glad of the time to spend with loved ones who are still with us. To remember that it's still important to have fun, and to laugh.

From a DW perspective, and after TPOTD especially, the story lands differently now. I first read the story about a year ago, well after it was published, and knew it would land differently after Thirteen's run. It hurts in a way that it didn't used to, yes, but it also soothes in a way that it didn't used to either, especially given that the narrative POV is mostly from Yaz.

When Yaz says, "I'm you," also lands differently...

I love how Paul Cornell acknowledged and reinforced how Yaz saw the Doctor -- again, this was before Flux had aired (and while we're on the subject, I feel similarly about Joy Wilkinson's story in DWM as well).

And I don't mean just the wonderful lines about Yaz observing the Doctor's facial expressions (which I know have been mentioned before) --

"the Doctor smiled an enormous smile, like sunshine through clouds."

and Yaz saying this, and the Doctor's reaction:

"'[...] I sometimes think if we could see all you were, at once, it’d be too much. We couldn’t deal.' "The Doctor looked bashful and pleased all at the same time, which was another of Yaz’s favourite looks of hers."

There's so much more, such as the delightful bit about the Scaribble pronunciation, the games, and the Doctor's characterization via things from her pockets and her literally taking turns around the room...

Yaz recognizing and gently calling out the Doctor on her particular way of helping, and the Doctor confiding in Yaz and telling her not to tell Graham and Ryan...

Yaz wanting to tell the Doctor that it was okay to talk about deep and meaningful things.

Plus the DW inside references, and the reference to the Doctor's different pasts and personalities -- I really appreciated Thirteen saying she wanted to revisit and amend their past actions in Family of Blood, and was happy that Paul Cornell got a chance to do that for Thirteen in subsequent stories (as described in this Tor article in case anyone reading this hasn't seen those).

This story is interesting from a writing perspective also. For instance, Yaz (and really the others too) have very few lines of dialogue in this story, and her first line doesn't even happen until almost halfway in. But we don't need a lot of dialogue, and we get a peek into her internal thoughts.

Then the dialogue that we do get is so concise, so lovely. There's so little of it between Yaz and Thirteen, and yet it's so effective. It's practically a bottle episode where they're stuck in one place and yet psychologically, emotionally there's this development that we get to see from Yaz's perspective and these 1:1 conversations we get to witness between her and Thirteen, where it's not about them in a run-for-your-life situation. How little of that we got to see on the actual show, and so how wonderful it is to see them like this here.

Every time I read this story, it makes me wish so much that we'd have gotten a chance to see a Thirteen and Yaz TV episode written by Paul Cornell.

This story is a treasure.

Who else remembers this?

[narutorarepairweek]

Prompt List 2024

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Sunday 4th: Poison | Unlikely Alliances

Monday 5th: Hanahaki | "You came." "You called."

Tuesday 6th: First meeting/Last meeting | Madara Quote*

Wednesday 7th: Catherynne Quote** | Red String of Fate

Thursday 8th: Seasons | Murphy's Law/Yhprum's Law

Friday 9th: Amnesia | Dialogue prompt #2***

Saturday 10th: Free day | Radhanath Quote****

Quotes and second dialogue prompt are below the cut

*Madara Quote: "Man seeks peace, yet at the same time yearning for war. Those are the two realms belonging solely to man.

**Catherynne M. Valente Quote: He'll burn you down like wax if you let him.

***Dialogue prompt #2: "If I'd known where our paths would lead us, I'd have run the other way when I met you."

****Radhanath Swami Quote: In the heart that harbors the weed of selfish greed, the flower of love cannot survive.

[xamaxenta]

Oh ok ok good points! Specifically I meant your Lancer Ace Saber Sabo and subsequent masters, since those are the two you've brought up interacting.

Ohigogh yeah ok lancer ace and saber sabo are a result of me @docxie and @meramera-writes fucking around with the fateverse and going balls to rhe walls crazy i dont take much credit other than thinking about what they look like and contributingto the ideas compliling :3 its a continuous blender of thoughts

But its important to know Saber Sabo is a boobs man and his master Ace specifically has some impressive tits so for the good of the kingdome and the mana transferrence he simply must suck on them for mana

Of course

So Lancer Ace is distinctly distracting to him for exactly the same reason, hes stacked hes also. Shirtless so those big bazoonggnas are out and about and hes going to gawk at them and thirst a little (thank god for his helm mouth visor mask hiding his emotions? Hlmao?)

Saber sabo is competitive and pushy and unhinged and really needs to win grail wars so he can use the grail to wish for aces boobs in his mouth forever amen - direct quote 😭

Lancer ace has two variants one is canonalinged bc Mars has this insane op canon compliant fate au that i consistently yearn over

The other Lancer Ace is the one i reference here and idk what his legend is or how he came to be a summonable heroic spirit (i forgot tbh but also i guess just take his canon story and make it a tale of heroic tragedy or smth) i kind of just looked at fate/zero diarmuid and shoved Ace into his outfit sans a shirt and we all collectively went ah yeah Sabo being a tiny cunty mouthy brat nerd to match him would be fun

Putting all that background on the floor now its incredibly funny for Ace or Lancer Ace to look at the nerdy Master Sabo and the crazy intense Saber Sabo and look back n forth like after figuring out theyre supposed to be the same person like

Holy shit how did you end up like that

Specifically Saber Sabo is an iteration of canon Sabo (of many ?) who gave his life voice and being of cause to the revolution, the dragon of the revolution imagery n stuff so hence his dragon knight aesthetic as a Saber

[lacunafiction]

I’m now in my JR feelings after reading about Prue and J’s combined blooms to make R a mini-bouquet for the spring dance. 🥺💐

Prue Zane, age 13: fresh from her first kiss from one James Corvin, is daydreaming of a farmhouse and two kids and blue ribbon pies at the harvest festival, and she can't stop smiling. Even when Reese Verner teases her about the 'PZ + JC' heart doodles in her math notebook.

Prue Zane, age 14: James asked her to the spring semi-formal and gave her a corsage that matched his boutonniere. Reese's date came down with mono (did he actually have one to begin with?), and he looked so miserable standing in the back corner of the school gym. So she pulled some of the blooms from both her and James' flowers, and made him his own little bouquet, and used a hair clip to pin it to his suit jacket. Sofia used the last three photos in her Polaroid camera so they could each have a memory of that night.

Prue Zane, age 14 1/2: the fire destroyed everything.

Prue Zane, age 15 to 22: all foster homes and group homes look the same through a haze of cheap liquor and weed and bad decisions. She keeps the fake IDs in the CD jewel case labelled 'Sandstorm by Darude'.

Prue Zane, age 24: Court-ordered rehab sucked, but she's okay now, and the only things left from the previous years is a nose ring and a butterfly tattoo. She's well on her way to completing her GED, and her co-worker Becca is turning into a fast friend. Prue makes them waffles for dinner at Becca's grandma's house.

Prue Zane, age 25: Her grandpa is dead. She's bitter at being abandoned by him 10 years earlier, but therapy was helping. Then, the letter from Chief Bowers arrives, and Prue feels like puking. No, she does puke. Right into Becca's grandma's hydrangea bushes. Becca makes a road trip playlist, and buys a five pound bag of sour patch kids. Prue tries meditation.

It's time to return to Fernweh.

(playlist under construction)

[ches-nogat]

PSA: the tumblr downloaders don't work anymore(or at least, haven't worked for me), so here's what you need to do

step 1: go to the post on your web browser

it doesn't matter if it's on a custom blog or if it's not op or anything, you just need to be able to right click on the audio itself.

step 2: go into VIEW PAGE SOURCE. not inspect element

here's what it should look like, or at least, that's what it looks like in firefox. don't worry too much about anything, because I'm gonna teach you a neat trick

step 3: hit Control + F. (Or your specified hotkey for finding something in a page)

type in, without the quotation marks, "content="

you wanna look for the urls inside of the quotes that start with "https://", an example being "https://a.tumblr/randomstringofnumbers" or "https://idk.man/ijustworkhere". those will be the places where the media is stored, and therefore were your audio/video to download will be.

examples(media):

examples(not media):

step 4: trial and error

there should only be a few that start with "https://", so this part shouldn't take so long. copy and paste the URLs that start with "https://" into a new tab, and eventually it will link to the media you want to download.

let's try the first media link.

nope, not this one. second one, maybe?

there we go.

step 5: downloading

once you have gotten to the media itself, you can right click on it, and then click the "save media as..." button. i hope from there you know what to do.

(also, thank you @paper-mario-wiki for the post that motivated me to figure this out)

[zoroshark]

Hey! This is Zoro coming with an update about my health as quite a few things have happened the past couple of months. As some may know, I've been dealing with chronic pain and illness since February of last year as mentioned in this post here.

A quick summary of it was that I have been dealing with constant bladder and stomach problems suddenly that were disrupting day to day life as they were painful and constant. Despite the multiple hospital visits, nothing was really done and at the time I could only wait to see certain specialists (which required a lot of money to see). Recently however, I finally got an answer to what was causing me pain in one part of my stomach! The culprit was my gallbladder and it has been removed!

The rest of the post will be caught off so for those who want to read in more detail, but one issue has been solved (at least i hope so)!

I also want to note here and thank everyone who's been supportive of me during this rough patch in my life. I also want to thank those who sent money for the GoFundMe! However, due to a few circumstances which will also be explained in the read more section, I will be refunding it all to those who donated.

TLDR version of my reason is that I was advise to do so for the eligibility medical/financial benefits I've been looking into. The refunds should be sent in about a week, so keep and eye out!

TW for Medical related subjects such as surgery.

For what was causing me pain in my stomach, or at least one of the reasons:

Turns out I had gallstones that somehow CT scans and ultrasounds didn't pick up last year, despite the pain and discomfort I was in from them. It got to the point where the pain was so unbearable, I was crying for about 2-3 hours before going to the ER. They found one stone had thicken walls through the ultrasounds and my gallbladder was infected from these stones.

Because of the findings, I underwent surgery to completely remove it during my stay in the hospital. I am now close to two weeks post-op and so far it has relieved most, if not all, of the constant pain I've been in my upper right. While I still have issues elsewhere in my body, it feels nice to have one issue solved. I just hope I don't need another trip to the ER anytime soon.

As for the detailed explanation for refunding the GoFundMe donations:

A few months back I after the go found me, I was accepted in a financial assistance program that made doctor's visits way cheaper. From close to hundreds of dollars to 3 dollars, that was way more an affordable price range for me. Despite that, i kept the donations on hold just in cause anything changed or something wasn't covered by the program until now.

Along with that, I've been applying for disability as I am considered disabled by my psychiatrist due to my mental health. After talking to a few folks who knew about the system, they mentioned that the money from the fundraiser could harm the process in gaining these benefits. Their recommended course of action was to refund the money as a precaution, so I'm following their advice. After the refunds have gone through, I will be closing the fundraiser.

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Again, I want to give a massive thank you everyone in general who have supported me through all this. Its been difficult, especially since I had to accommodate to the pain and changes in my body. There has been MANY ups and for sure downs, but I'm still holding on!

Thank you for reading on this update, and expect to see me slowly become active again on here! I'm still in my Zonai phase so expect more content revolving around that, along with possible Zora content. Original works not involving fandoms will also (hopefully) be posted too!

Im also thinking of opening commissions in the future! I'll need to ask about that first due to what I mentioned above, but as far as I'm aware, I should be okay to do so (but don't quote me on it). So keep an eye out!

[hyeahjujutsu]

Hello everyone!! To celebrate the upcoming second season of Jujutsu Kaisen, we are happy to announce that HYEAHJUJUTSU will be hosting two upcoming events!! A countdown and an appreciation week!!!

➡ HERE ARE THE RULES!

1. COUNTDOWN WEEK (members only) ➡ Starts 26th June till 5th July.

The countdown event will be a voting poll of all Jujutsu Kaisen Charaters;

You can access the voting poll page here!!

Everyone can vote for the Top 5 Favorite Characters!! When the voting ends, we will create edits/gifs of the most voted characters by you;

The voting starts 5th April and ends on 30th April!!

2. APPRECIATION WEEK (open for everyone): ➡ Starts 20th June till 26th June + one more week for those who are busy and can only post on the next week!

Everyone can participate on the appreciation week, the same is for members of HYEAHJUJUTSU;

To make it easier to choose what you want to edit, we created two prompts for each day!!

➡ HERE IS THE PROMPTS LIST:

Day 1 - 20th June ➡ Favorite Character ☆ Favorite Villain/Antagonist;

Day 2 - 21th June ➡ Favorite Cursed Technique ☆ Favorite Domain Expansion;

Day 3 - 22th June ➡ Favorite Episode ☆ Favorite Arc;

Day 4 - 23th June ➡ Favorite Relationship ☆ Favorite Quote;

Day 5 - 24th June ➡ Colors ☆ Best Character Development;

Day 6 - 25th June ➡ Favorite Funny Scene ☆ Favorite Sad Scene;

Day 7 - 26th June ➡ Favorite OP/ED ☆ Free day; 

We hope everyone has lots of fun with us on this exciting time as we near the start of Jujutsu Kaisen's second season!! If you have any questions you are always welcome to send us messages and we'll do our best to help! 

Thank you very much for your time and we're very enthusiastic to see your works and to share our creations with you all!! Have a lovely day/night!!

[hellsite-detective]

can u help mr find that post about how op hates edgy kids show theories and then does the opposite by making childish theories on darker adult shows?

It has the user lokiloo (but they might've changed their username since then) and it goes like

"I hate hate HATE all those 2edgy 4me theories about kids shows. Like Angelica dreaming up the Rugrats, or the ed, edd, and Eddy children being ghosts, or literally anything that takes a lighthearted and fun kids show and has to turn it into some tragic take of murder or misinformed mental illness.

So you know what? From now on I'm gonna do the exact opposite. Every cool grim-dark show is now because of a bunch of children" and then writess some dnd-related game of thrones theory

I found it in a YouTube video and want to read some of the reblogs to see what others have added on

thanks :D

this is a phenomenon i'm all too familiar with. bein' a fan of Adventure Time, i've obviously seen the classic "Finn in a coma" art. but this is a unique twist on the edgy theory that i can get behind. i went down to the Search Bar to ask Google for the first sentence in the quote my client gave me, and they handed me the link instantly. i was about to grab it when the roof of the Search Bar was burned away, revealin' a massive dragon flyin' overhead. luckily, i had my trusty magnifyin' glass that turns into a magical sword! usin' my sword i flew up to the dragon to face him down. to my surprise, the dragon spoke...

"Drem yol lok, Dovahkiin. Hin pahlok fen kos hin vo."

"it is you who will be undone, beast! you slew my family all those years ago! prepare to be vanquished!"

"Grik kah fah aan joor. Dovahkiin, hi fen wake up."

the last two words the dragon spoke weren't in his tongue, but instead in English. to my shock, the dragon continued to speak, repeating the same phrase, in English, over and over again.

...you must wake up...

...you must wake up...

...wake up...

"Wake up!"

i shot awake. i was sittin' at the Search Bar in front of the Don. huh, was it... all a dream? i shook my head and grabbed the post he laid in front of me. i then went and filed it away...

here you are! sorry about fallin' asleep, that doesn't normally happen. but either way, here's your post!

Post Case: Closed

[heavysighing-dreamyeyes]

congratulations on hitting 600 darling! 💕🥹💋

for the event, i’d like to recommend two fics so you can pick whichever one sparks interest:

want by erea on ao3 (nsfw, love confession)

quiet realisations pt 1 by dxckgrxsonx on tumblr (pre-relationship, full of feelings)

have a wonderful rest of your weekend!

xoxo sunnie (@fic-over-cannon)

Hi, sunnie!! Thank you so much! I adore you! ��😍🥰

I read Quiet Realizations by @dxckgrxsonx (but I'm setting aside the ao3 fic for my TBR because anything Sunnie recommends is going to be a treat!)

How have I missed this fic!? Omg, I'm obsessed, actually going crazy other this series. The writing, the plot line, their Jason!! I feel like I ate a full meal and licked the plate. I wrote my favorite parts under the cut!

"You've been close friends for a while now, you know in the back of your head this is the next logical step forwards.

But god fucking help you, it feels like you're offering your soul on a plate."

The pining!! It's dripping through my screen. Literally such a fantastic showing of want and anxiety and what if this goes wrong?

"The latch on your window remains slightly ajar..."

"Something about letting him know that he's always welcome. That if you close it, it sends him a certain message"

Oooo!!! Ooo, this is such good insight into Jason's character, and the fact that reader understands him as a person. I love that they're able to read him and understand what he needs. Just little things like this throughout the fic is fantastic world building.

"...curled up under you blanket– in your home– is making you a little dizzy."

The imagery, just wow. To know he feels safe enough to sleep in your apartment, what a rush. I'm smiling so wide, he deserves to rest.

"His thumb strokes gently over the curved bones and part of you feel like you're going to turn to liquid..."

Im turning to liquid reading that!! Ahh!! The casual intimacy is delicious!!

"Without missing a beat Jason bites your thumb, teeth sinking in hard enough to leave a perfect indent behind."

My face is sooo warm right now. Butterflies aside, the fact they feels comfortable enough to play around with you? That he knows you won't run even if he bites? It's such great storytelling. There's so much to their relationship and you can feel how special it is for both of them.

"Grabbing his wrist, you press your fingers against his pulse point..."

"...you watch as he swallows before letting his hand drop away.

Silently, you mourn the loss of his warmth."

Yes, yes, everything about this. More casual intimacy, reaffirming touches, the desire for more. I'm at the edge of my seat!

"Jason does a funny thing then, he reacher for you, than yanks himself back."

The yearning!! The unrequited yearning that is secretly requited!!

"He takes the key from your fingers and folds it tight into his fist, like he never wants to let go."

Oh. OH. He's precious and I am in tears. He deserves the world!

It's not a big deal.

But it is.

!!! Running to part two!!!!

Oh gosh, where do I start? Jason waiting for them outside work? Literally all the lines about Gotham and him carrying weapons I devoured so fast I forgot to type out quotes. Wow! Just, wow, great storytelling.

"It's not beautiful.

But a home never really is."

I. Am. Screaming.

"... there's something beautifully warm flaring awake in your stomach when you recall the things Jason has done. The way he fiercely protects those kids..."

Just another testament to how well op understands and writes Jason Todd's character. Just, ahh, such a good paragraph.

"... you catch his fingers in your peripheral as they twitch in your direction, like he wants to reach out."

The yearning! But he's afraid to cross the boundary!

Everything about the key revel was a stab in the heart and a warm hug. Dropping to my knees.

"It was real, you want to cry, it was real, and you were just a child."

I stare at my screen for three entire minutes, trying to figure out what to type. Ow. Ouch. Oh.

"I'm always worried about you."

Yes, how could they not be? Admiting that is a big step because, of course, he's your best friend, and obviously, you're going to worry. But is that going to he too much for him to hear out loud?

"Leaning down you press a kiss to the crown of his head.

Jason sighs like you've spread balm over an aching wound."

I melted at this line! I'm in awe at the authors writing, seriously. There's so much to be said about how tender the reader and Jason are to each other. I really, really loved reading this one.

Thank you so much, sunnie, for recommending!!!

[moonriver0312]

(A Little Life, Part 5, Chapter 2, pg. 602 - Hanya Yanagihara)

Why Schumann?

After some digging on the internet, I have learnt that it is not a coincidence that Hanya chose Schumann's Fantasie in C for this moment, and I believe Jude was playing the first movement in this part. Fantasie in C was composed in 1836 as only a piece called Ruines, expressing his distress at being distant from his beloved Clara, and then it became the first movement of Fantasie. The first movement of the work contains a musical quote from Beethoven's song cycle, An die ferne Geliebte (To the distant beloved) as a secret love message:

Take, then, these songs, beloved, which I have sung for you

However, this musical quotation was not acknowledged by Schumann. The movement also was prefaced with a quote from Friedrich Schlegel:

Durch alle Töne tönet / Im bunten Erdentraum / Ein leiser Ton gezogen / Für den, der heimlich lauschet.

Resounding through all the notes / In the earth's colorful dream / There sounds a faint long-drawn note / For the one who listens in secret

During this period, Robert Schumann and Clara Wieck was in separation because Clara's father disapproved of their relationship. Those quotations truly reflected his yearning to Clara, his passionate love to her, and it is more beautiful to learn that they communicated mostly through music and journals because Clara did not communicate verbally well. In a letter sent to Clara in 1838, he wrote:

The first movement may well be the most passionate I have ever composed - a deep lament for you.

They got married in 1840 but their marriage was not through an easy path because Schumann was not mentally well.

(Clara and Robert Schumann around 1850. Corbis, via Getty Images)

In August of 1844, he suffered a severe mental and physical breakdown. He was in pains, he trembled, wept, could not sleep and even became so sick that he could not walk across the room by himself. By February of 1854, Schumann insisted to be committed, as he felt that he had lost control of his mind. On 27th February, he attempted suicide by throwing himself from a bridge into the Rhine River. He was rescued and taken to the hospital later and remained there until his death on 29th July, 1856. During his confinement, Clara was not allowed to visit him (they communicated thanks to Johannes Brahms, a very good friend of the family, especially Clara) and only able to meet him 2 days before his death.

In Clara's journal on 26th February, 1854 (1 days before his attempt suicide), she wrote:

He was so melancholy that I cannot possibly describe it. When I merely touched him, he said, "Ah Clara, I am not worthy of your love." He said that, he to whom I had always looked up with the greatest, deepest reverence.

The resemblance of Jude and Schumann's mental illness may be one of the reason that Hanya chose this piece for Jude to play after he and Willem got home after their big fight. Jude plays the song with the intention to ease his sadness and fear. In this moment, he feels that this might be the end of their relationship, he is afraid that Willem would leave him because now he finally sees how sick he is. The piece Fantasie symbolizes a yearning for love but in this moment, it is a calling for Willem to stay, to understand, to forgive his action, his sickness.

Sources:

Acreman, Thomas. (2017). The Love Story of Clara Schumann. Retrieved from http://www.classichistory.net/archives/clara-schumann

Wilson, Frances. (2019). A Love Letter in Music Schumann's Fantasie in C, Op. 17. Retrieved from https://interlude.hk/love-letter-music-schumanns-fantasie-c-op-17/

[mischiefnevermanaged89-blog]

Love Me Like You Do ~ Part 3

Juice Ortiz X Reader

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“You’ve got be freaking kidding me!” I yelled out, throwing my hands up in frustration.

“Whoa. What’s wrong sweetheart?” Dad asked from the other side of the bar.

“Everyone I’ve had to come finish the repairs has backed out on me because they were told I was bad for business because of who I associate with.” I leaned on my hands, my fingers winding through my hair tightly.

Dad sighed in frustration. “Give me a minute. I’ll make a call.”

Dad walked out the bar and I left my spot and walked around to make notes on what was left to do. About ten minutes later I could hear the roar of the motorcycles pulling up outside. I was upstairs in the loft area when they walked in.

“(Y/N)!” Opie yelled.

“Up here!” I walked to the banister and looked over. The whole club was there, along with another man I didn’t know.

“Come down. Got someone we want you to meet.”

“I’m busy, Ope. I got too much to do now that every single crew that was supposed to help me fix this place up dumped me all in one day.”

“That’s why we need you to come down. Got a man here that I’m sure can help you.” Jax said from his spot leaning on the bar.

I huffed and walked down. I threw my notebook on the bar and stood before all the men.

“(Y/N), this is Elliot Oswald. A friend of ours and a local business man here in Charming.” Clay said from beside the man.

“Nice to meet you. What happened?” Oswald asked.

“The contractor that was supposed to be here to do some remodels called and said that he couldn’t help because he was told I run with a shady crowd and he couldn’t do that kind of business with me. Same goes for the people working on the kitchen and the ones I had to hook up my sound system.”

Oswald sighed. “I know who that probably was. Jacob Hale. He’s running for mayor and anyone he knows is associated with the Sons he’s trying to run out. I’ll make some calls. Get the guys back in here.”

“What all needs to be done, darlin?” Jax asked.

I slid him the notebook. “This is a list of everything that needs to be fixed before I can move anything in here and set up. I’ve got three months before the fire marshal comes by and does an inspection. If I don’t pass, it’s another six months before I can open this place.”

The guys looked over the paper, then looked at each other.

“Okay. Oswald, you call to get the guys in here for the electrical and finish the kitchen. The rest of us can work on the..”

“Sorry, big brother, but if I’m going to pass inspection, every part of this has to be signed off by a licensed contractor of some sorts.”

“I’ll make those calls.” Oswald walked out.

“Hey, (Y/N). This sound system I can probably help with. It’s tech stuff and that’s what I’m good at.” Juice offered.

“Thanks, Juice, but until I can get someone in here to properly hook everything up, I can’t take a chance on anything right now.”

He nodded. I plopped down on the bar stool beside him and dropped my head onto the bar. He ran a comforting hand over my back and a shiver went down my spine at the contact.

“Good news. I’ve talked to them all. Told them the information they were given was false and they've agreed to come in and take care of everything according to the proper regulations. They also will be doing the work at half what they quoted you for for the inconvenience.” Elliot said as he walked back in.

I sighed in relief. “Thank you, Mr. Oswald. I can’t thank you enough.”

He waved me off. “It’s not a problem. Anything comes up like this again, you let me know. Jacob Hale is trying his hardest to run good people away just because these guys are associated.”

After a few more minutes, Elliot left, along with Clay and a few others. All that remained was Opie, Jax, and Juice.

“Well, I’m glad that things will be back on schedule. Now, I do have a question for you, Juice. How hard would it be once the sound system is up and running to have a program for lights to strobe to the music?”

He shrugged. “Not hard. Depends on the system you want to run and what all you wanted it to do.”

I nodded. “Okay. Do me a favor? Look at all the necessary systems and order them for me? I’ll give you the payment information when you do. I want this place to be amazing! Karaoke nights will be even better with a light system that can vibe to the music.”

“You got it.” He smiled.

I turned to Jax and Opie. “Can you two get me in touch with a local company to provide me with all the alcohol that I’ll need to stock this place?”

“Of course, darlin. We’ll set you up with our guys who provide for the Clubhouse. What do you want?”

“Anything and everything they have. Drafts, too. I’ve got a company I can get the glasses and such from if I make a purchase in large groups. And a company to provide me with a twice weekly delivery of the food.”

Opie wrapped his arm around my shoulders. “Look at you. My baby sister making something of herself. I’m proud of you.” He kissed the side of my head.

“Yeah yeah. For everything you guys have done for me, I’ll let you have two rounds every time for free. After that, ya gotta pay up.” I joked.

“Sounds good to me.” They all said.

“Hey, (Y/N). Look at this.” Juice called you over from where he sat.

You sat beside him and got closer as he showed you all the different systems the site he was on had to offer. The two of you talked and was in your own world.

“They look cozy.” Donna said from behind the other two guys.

“Yeah. I don’t like it.” Opie stated.

Donna chuckled. “Oh come on. They’re cute together.”

“I agree, man.” Jax smirked.

Opie gave them both a look. “Don’t start. I want what’s best for her. Not to be drug down with this club.”

“Oh come on now. I’m with you and we’re doing pretty good. And don’t you think she’s old enough to know what’s good for her? I mean, she was raised with you two and the club. I think she knows what’s good for her. Even if at this moment she can’t quite see it.” Donna explained to her husband, nodding her head to the two of you.

Opie grunted. “Doesn’t mean I have to like it.”

Donna just laughed. She walked over and cleared her throat.

“Sorry to interrupt. We’ve got some hits on the applications. I’ve got two girls coming in in about thirty to talk with us about the bartending job. Then we have two waitresses and then we have three gentleman who put in for the kitchen.”

“Okie doke. Thanks, Donna.” I turned back to Juice. “Go ahead and get that one if you’re certain you can make it work with what I’m wanting.”

“I can. How fast do you want it here?”

“Quickest. The sooner the better so we can get this place some life.”

He nodded. “Express shipping it is.”

I hugged him and gave him a kiss on the side of his head. “You’re the best.”

Juice grinned, then headed off to complete the order, eager to get the place up and running. Donna and I set up a table near my office to interview everyone coming in. We talked extensively with them and made sure they were a fit. After we talked to them and discussed it amongst ourselves, we called them back over.

“Okay. Talia and Willow, here’s the deal. Donna and I agree you both are a good fit. The rules are simple. I’m the owner, Donna is the manager. Everything she tells you comes from me. If you need certain nights off, please put it in in advanced so Donna or myself can cover. If a customer offers you a drink, politely decline. I don’t need my bartenders drunk on the job. If someone orders food at the bar, there will be a system set up for tickets to go straight to the kitchen. Amelia and Cypress, same rules apply for you two as well. Orders can be taken straight to the kitchen and hung in order they were taken. Leo, Remi and Paulo, the three of you will have equal share in what goes on in the kitchen. I don’t expect just you three. I’m hoping we’ll have at least two more join you guys before we open. Same goes for you in scheduling. I’ll make the schedule on Saturday and hang it up by the time clock so everyone knows when they are here. During the week we won’t need as many. Weekends is when I’ll really need everyone. I’ve gone over what pay you’ll each get already. Any questions?”

“What do we wear?” Amelia spoke up.

“Whatever you’re comfortable in. You’ll have a waist apron as your only uniform requirement. If you want to do your job in heels then go for it. I want you all to be comfortable here. My office is just there and here is my number. Feel free to call or text me if something happens or anything that may come up. I want us to be a family.”

“What about the Sons?” Remi asked.

“They are literal family. The tall one with the long hair is my brother and her husband. The blonde is my brother by choice. I grew up with them. They will be treated with respect. And they will be our unofficial bouncers.”

After no more questions were asked, I gave them all a time and day to be back for a run through. They all said goodbye and Donna and I returned back to the bar.

“So, how’s it looking?” Opie asked.

I gave him a big smile as I jumped up to sit on the bar beside where Juice sat on the stool. “Amazing. I want to add one more waitress and at least two more kitchen workers. I don’t want all the pressure in the guys back there.”

“It’ll happen.” Jax patted my leg. “I’m out. Tara is cooking dinner and I want to spend some time with Abel.”

“Tell her hello for me. As soon as this place is good to go, I thought about us having a big family dinner. I know Gemma likes to have them at her place, but this place is going to be big enough everyone can join and we can utilize that huge kitchen back there.”

Jax smiled. “I’ll tell her. I’m sure she’d enjoy that.”

With goodbyes to Jax and both Donna and Opie, it was just me and Juice there.

“I appreciate everything you’ve helped me with, Juice.”

He gave me a heart stopping smile. “It’s no problem. I don’t mind. It’s what I like to do, besides working on bikes.”

I gave him a smile. “What about cars? I’m sure eventually my baby out there will need a tune up.”

He nodded. “I can do that, too. It’s a beautiful car.”

“Yeah. I love it.” And idea popped into my head. “Would you mind coming over to the apartment with me? I need some help changing out the security code on it. The previous owner gave me the code for it but I want to change it because everyone who worked here before has it. He only ever used the space for some storage.”

“Uh, yeah, I’d be glad to.”

“Okay.” I hopped off the bar and headed for the door, Juice following behind me. I locked up and showed him around back.

“Want a beer while you take a look at that thing?” I asked as we walked in the apartment.

“Yeah, sure.”

I went to the fridge and grabbed a couple of beers and joined Juice in the living room. After handing it to him I sat on the arm of the old sofa and watched him work. He changed out the door knob and deadbolt I had laying on the side table and managed to override the old code in the system.

“Alright. What do you want to set the code as?”

I thought about it for a moment. “We’ll use my birthday. The only ones who would know it are my dad and Ope, and now you I guess.” I chuckled. “(Y/B/D).”

Juice entered the code and pressed a button. “All set. Come see.”

I walked over to him and leaned on his shoulder. “When you set the code, press this button, put the code in and press it again. And when you come home, press this button and then the code.”

He looked over at me, his face inches from mine. I could see all the colors swirling together in his eyes, dazzling me into a trance. It was him clearing his throat that brought me back.

“Oh, seems simple enough. Thank you.” I moved back to my spot on the couch. “Come sit down and finish that.” I pointed at his bottle with mine.

He sat opposite me, turning to prop half his leg on the couch. He looked around the place. “This is pretty nice.”

I shrugged. “Yeah. It’s simple enough. I still have some things in the spare room to unpack. Some of the things I threw out that was in here from the previous owner. He told me he didn’t want any of it. I kept a few things. It was sort of a storage slash crashing spot. This couch was already here so I’m keeping it for now.” I took a swig of my beer. “Where do you live?”

“I stay at the clubhouse mostly. I had an apartment but my ex kicked me out. The guys let me crash at their places when I need to.”

“Hmm. Bet that’s a fun life. Never knowing who’s goin to be in your bed when you’re not there.”

He chuckled. “Nah. I keep my door locked. Just me gets in there.”

I nodded. I gave him a questioning look. “So, Juice, what is your real name? I know that’s a nickname you go by.”

“Juan Carlos Ortiz. I’m the most un-Puerto Rican that ever come out of Queens.” He chuckled.

I couldn’t help but smile and giggle at his adorable smile. I kept finding myself staring at him every chance I got. The more I kept staring the more I realized that I wasn’t what he’d probably want. He was cute as hell and, sure, I was pretty, but, let’s face it, I had some meat on me.

“Hey, you okay?”

“Hmm? Oh, yeah. Sorry. Got lost in my thoughts.” I cleared my throat. “Thanks for fixing the system for me. I can sleep better knowing I’m fully secure thanks to you.”

“My pleasure. I told you, you need anything, let me know.”

I just nodded. “Well, I think I’m going to call it a night. Everyone will be here early tomorrow to hopefully get started. You good to get back?”

He nodded to me. “Yeah. I’ll be fine.”

I stood, as did he, and gave him a hug. I then kissed his cheek. “Goodnight, Juice.”

He gave me a look that could make me melt on the spot. “Goodnight, (Y/N).”

With one last look goodbye he walked out. I set the alarm and pressed my back to the door. I let out a breath that I didn’t realize I was holding.

When I heard his motorcycle leave, I headed to bed. Thoughts of a beautiful Puerto Rican man running through my head and that I could only dream of being with him. Let’s face it, my inner self down grading my appearance kept any dream I had with him from becoming a reality.

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A/N: my lovely lovely peeps! Thank y’all so much for making this daydream of a story take place and reblogging and everything! I never thought it’d get this big!

[howlingday]

Jaune Gets Arrested

Note: There are some politically charged statements below. If you feel offended by such things, just move along from this incorrect quote.

The name's Jaune. Jaune Arc! Short, sweet, rolls off the tongue. The ladies love it~.

I was framed for a crime, and now the Ace-Ops caught me.

I would have gotten away, but they've got a huge budget in this city. What do they need all those mechs for? I mean, they tore through half of Mantle to catch me. I'd be pretty pissed if I lived here!

Not like it matters. It's not like any of them are legally obligated to protect citizens.

I fought back, obviously, but they hit me with tear gas, and even though it's banned by the Vytal Accord, it's still legal for them to use on their own civilians. Go figure!

Now I'm locked up in prison, even though they haven't charged me with a crime yet. But they can hold me here for days if they wanted to.

I've thought about suing, but thanks to Huntress Immunity, the Ace-Ops can't be held accountable for human rights violations. Sheesh!

Ruby should be here any minute to bust me out. Blake offered to come, but I told her she'd be more likely to get shot at because she's a minority. She said, "I'm not a minority, I'm a faunus! Jaune, what the hell are you talking about? But come on, we all know Blake is supposed to be-

Oop! Looks like they're taking me into interrogation now. I'm not saying anything until my lawyer shows up. After all, it's totally legal for them to lie to me.

AHAB!