#i am a weepy fucking mess today

[massivewaffle]

Something that has stuck with me all day while watching the QSMP event is how close so many of the server members have become. There were so many times when someone would see something and immediately tear up, and whoever was with them would commiserate that they felt it too. There's a little beat of silence when Tina immediately cries upon seeing the Techno ofrenda and jokingly says she doesn't know why she's so emotional, but before she can be too self-deprecating, everyone chimes in saying they feel the same.

Charlie says, "it's just genuinely really sweet that this is here." Tina says how she wasn't expecting it. Mouse and Baghera having to walk off after putting down flowers because they got teary. Fit giving Techno's ofrenda a salute before quietly saying how he wished Phil was here to see it. Bagi and Etoiles wandering around and Etoiles goes a bit quiet when he sees it and explains to Bagi how he played with Techno before and how cool he was. Bagi says it's a beautiful tribute and then gets visibly emotional when Etoiles talks about how he knew him.

Bagi had never met an egg until now, but she was teary for a lot of the event. Tina only had so many interactions, same with Mouse, but everyone was totally understanding in them crying too. I just really love this server and everyone being able to read each other well enough to tell when someone needed to be told, 'Yes, I get this feeling too; we can be sad together for a few minutes,' or if they need a laugh to shake them out of that headspace. Charlie's voice drops when he talks to Mouse and Baghera at the memorial and when he explains who Techno is to Juanaflippa. You can hear Bad's voice breaking every once in a while, and he and Fit discussed how they weren't expecting the event to be like this, but it is so beautiful.

I'm just sad and rambling now, but I just love how these people from all over have met via this server, and even now, whether they're sad over fictional egg deaths or the real-life death of a colleague in some cases, they're not alone in their grief because everyone on this server just gets it.

#qsmp #technoblade is forever my favorite creator #i have so much merch and i wouldn't have gotten into MCYT without him #i am a weepy fucking mess today #o7

[frecklystars]

GIRL!!!! YES!!!!! I am SO fucking happy for you!!!! Oh that's wonderful, I'm so glad you got to meet Steve and give him your art and!!!!! Oh my god!!!!

THANK YOU I was a shaky weepy mess all of today relistening to the audio my friend recorded + watching the cameo he made for me 😭😭 I didn't expect literally any of those Nice Things He Did to actually happen but THEY HAPPENED and I'm always gonna cherish it

#also thank u for ur support 🥺🥺 #anonymous #asks #keepsake

[searching-for-synpathy]

I am fucking going thru it rn tbh lol. Just getting bashed by waves of helplessness and trauma triggers just over and over till i feel numb and scroll reddit 9 hours per day to cope.

Not only do I keep having dumbass drama with my (also traumatized slightly unhinged) siblings, which included me having to tell one to BACK THE FUCK OFF when he tried to physically grab me during an argument, but ALSO my dad almost killed us multiple times by driving recklessly, ALSO my stepdad was screaming last night at my mom about how his suicide ideation wasnt a big deal I guess, and I was up till 1am last night wondering if he was going to snap and fucking take us all out. This is horrible. I cannot be still fucking dealing with this nonsense at 22 years old. It CANNOT be getting WORSE than it was, which was horrible. What the fuck is going on. Oh also my dad dying right, that’s always there too. What the fuck. Why is it like this. Why are they doing this to me.

I don’t feel like I can talk to my girlfriend about any of it really because it would just be nonstop whiny fucking garbage about this awful place and I dont want to do that to her. On the drive to the restaurant we went to today I was just thinking about my official diagnosis (“adjustment disorder” which maybe is just what they use for generic MH issues) and just how much of a weepy fucking mess I’ve been and how ive never been very liked and. Blah. Im gonna stop there bc i know its not a healthy rabbit hole and it was actually the cause of a lot of that same weepiness in college. Self fulfilling prophecy. But my point actually is just that I feel fucking kneecapped by my awful family and our random bad circumstances at this point. It’s not REALLY my siblings’ or stepdad’s faults that theyre like this, but jesus christ, you guys, can you fucking try? For me? And the years of fucking accumulation of this shit has just worn my willpower and self esteem to the nub. No wonder I have no goals and no confidence that I can do anything real in the world! I can’t even keep my dad and my stepdad and my sublings from tearing yhe fucking world apart! What am I supposed to do about anything! Rinse and repeat. Exhausted angry tired going to sleep in my dad’s house tonight which is at least actually peaceful.

#adrian.txt #venty vent

[belpheroo]

Title: Untitled Genre: Hurt/Comfort, short bit of fluff. Pairing: Mammon x MC Summary: In which Mammon gets in trouble, Lucifer makes a half-hearted declaration Mammon then takes way too seriously and MC is there to make it better. Notes: I just like taking an insecure Mammon and showering him with affirmations until he cries. - MC Includes some of my headcanons about pact bonds aka emotional walkie talkie and pact marks appearing in the same spot on both MC and the bros. There is a passing reference to my other fic Between the Flash and the Thunder in this one, but you don’t need to read it to know what is going on.

In Mammon’s defense, he had done nothing that he hadn’t done before, so why Lucifer was so angry over some missing dusty old statue was truly a mystery. Lucifer turned a blind eye so often to his petty thefts and insurmountable debts to highly shrewd yet beautiful witches, but for some reason today was different.

He could practically feel the heat radiating off Lucifer’s body, a faint scent of sulfur warning that he could, at any moment, transform. Mammon knew better than to talk back in these moments so instead he waited with his arms crossed over his chest, head ducked down as if he could make himself smaller and unnoticable.

“You gave those harpies a relic of immense value.” Lucifer said, voice teetering between even and ragged, “It was one of the components that protects and seals this House from outside intruders… evidently… we have far worse concerns within!”

His voice raised to a near shout at the end, but Lucifer restrained it back, eyes shut tightly as he composed himself. Mammon felt his pulse all the way to his fingertips, clenching the fabric of his sleeves tight in his fists, focusing on the solidness of the floor beneath him rather than the lightness that threatened to swarm through his head.

“… I-I’ll get it back.”

“No. You will not. I will retrieve it. You can not be trusted to any position of responsibility. In fact, I begin to think I made a mistake entrusting the well being of our human guest with such an irresponsible lout.”

Insults were nothing, Mammon felt the blow of words meant in teasing and in earnest all the time… but this was different. His eyes widened, a breath caught in his chest. He wheezed trying to form words of protest, but Lucifer simply threw up his hand, silencing him.

“These thefts will stop. Do you understand me?”

“Yeah…”

“I will think upon your status as protector. Until then, if you so much as step one centimeter out of line—“

“I got it, okay? …I got it. I’m sorry.” Mammon hurried to change his tone and must have appeared sufficiently abashed because Lucifer’s shoulders relaxed and he turned his eyes away from Mammon. That alone hurt worse than anything his brother had said.

“…okay. Good.”

As always, something softened in Lucifer’s features and Mammon could feel the regret mixed into his anger. It wasn’t like Lucifer enjoyed this shit and Mammon knew that… but thievery was a compulsion he wasn’t likely to kick for good anytime soon. Perks of being the Avatar of Greed.

“You can go back to class.” Lucifer said instead of what else was on his mind and Mammon did.

—

It was nearly impossible not to hide the sharpness in his breath as Mammon half gasped and half panted as he strode down the halls of RAD. Being away from the House was good, it got out from under the oppressive aura Lucifer gave off when he was angry… but in the back of his mind he kept hearing those words over and over.

…I made a mistake entrusting the well being of our human guest…

The thought of Lucifer taking her away from him made his stomach churn. He’d still see her, sure, but her concerns? Her needs and her wants? Those would fall to another brother. He’d be sidelined and unimportant, pushed aside. Would she make a pact with that brother? Who would it be? Asmo? Beel? Most likely Satan if Lucifer could stomach granting such a privilege to him. He was reliable, he was smart.

Mammon growled under his breath, pushing a hand roughly through his hair and tugging, trying to distract himself with the pain.

“Stupid, worthless idiot… shut the fuck up, stop thinkin’ bout it.”

It was no use. His thoughts were spiraling and his chest was prickling with tightness. His eyes stung and Mammon knew then, without a shadow of a doubt, he needed to get out of sight. He found an empty classroom just in time, forcing open the door and slamming it closed as he furiously began rubbing at his eyes with the back of his fist.

Why the hell was he so upset?! He didn’t give a shit about Lucifer being mad! Luci would posture and raise his voice and be rough and then by tomorrow he’d be apologetic … even if Mammon did probably deserve this scolding and worse for having stolen from Lucifer yet again.

But… but dammit just the thought of Lucifer giving her to someone else made him want to fuckin’ scream. He didn’t want them near her! She was his to protect! He was the one she should be comin’ to in the middle of the night, when she was scared of thunderstorms. He was the one who should be taking her around Devildom, the one she was glued to and brought her homework to when she needed “help”… even if they just played on Devilgram the whole time instead.

Mammon was so preoccupied with these thoughts he jolted when the classroom door opened and softly someone slipped in.

“… hey um— so. You like, okay?”

Her voice was quiet and strained, but he knew the human exchange student’s voice anymore. In confusion, Mammon turned and saw in the light that her eyes were red-rimmed and her cheeks blotchy… as if she had been crying. His entire demeanor shifted, brows snapping together as he stood up taller.

“Whose responsible for this, huh? Who messed with ya?”

“Uh? What? Dude. I’m not crying because I want to. It’s you!” She waved back and forth between them, indicating to something invisible.

“Ha…w-what? Me? The Great Mammon? Absolutely not, I would never be all weepy and pitiful and junk.”

She gave him a skeptical look, one well-groomed brow lifting and a smirk on her lips. She reached into the pocket of her RAD uniform and produced a handkerchief.

“Your nose is running.”

He swiped it with a scowl, balling it up and roughly scrubbing his face.

“It’s the pact. I can feel what you feel when you are close.”

Mammon grumbled some reply, but it was indecipherable behind the handkerchief.

“You wanna talk about it?”

“No… man, this sucks. Just stupid really, but it’s gonna mess everything up.”

She nodded, not pointing out he had said “no” and then proceeded to begin talking about it. That was pretty typical Mammon behavior.

“I got in trouble.” He mumbled, looking away from her sheepishly, “…Lucifer said I ain’t responsible enough to be lookin’ after ya anymore. So… guess ya will have to get used to Satan or someone.”

The silence after he stopped speaking was deafening, but he felt something in his chest… a tiny twinge of anxiety similar to what he had felt before but… faded. Like someone speaking through a tin can on a string into his heart. Mammon risked a short sideways glance over to her and found she was standing rigid, fists clenched at her sides. Her glossy lips were pressed tight together, redness spreading from her cheeks down her throat like a lit fuse before she exploded.

“Lucifer can shove it, I’m not taking anyone else! He can’t make me.”

“W-well… I dunno, it might be better cause I ain’t exactly the most reliable kinda guy. Ya probably would be better off if you had someone else watchin’ out—“

“What? What? What are you saying? Like, I can’t hear you over Lucifer talking out your mouth!”

Not what he had expected, he’d give her that.

“Say sike like right now!!!” she demanded.

“Wha- wait?! Why are you mad at me!”

“Because I don’t hear you saying you told him no!” She said, crossing her arms tightly against her chest and huffing, “Because you are standing there talking bad about my best friend… I don’t want someone ‘more’ reliable or whatever. I rely on you just fine. You are…I…”

She struggled to get the words out, the redness in her face having little to do with anger now.

“Mammon, I want you. No one else. I don’t care whether they are better at the job or not, they will suck at it because they aren’t you!”

Relief was immediate, followed closely by sheer embarrassment as Mammon hid his face with her handkerchief, covering his nose and mouth and hoping she wouldn’t notice the flush creeping down his own neck now.

She took in a shaky breath, eyes going wide as her chest rose and fell a bit faster.

“Wow… wow, I can like totally feel that.” She said, voice hushed, “You’re so—“

“Shuddup!” Mammon groaned, tossing aside her handkerchief and dragging her close. With her face pressed into his chest, she couldn’t see his face anymore and honestly… Mammon couldn’t bare to let her see him, pact or no pact.

His embrace was crushing and no doubt not very comfortable, but she softened under his touch and gently her hands came up to soothe over his back.

It was too much. It was just too fuckin’ much.

“…you’re just so happy.” She murmured into his shirt and Mammon swore he could feel her smiling.

“What if I am?! W-what’s it to ya, huh? Human?”

She giggled, arms wrapping around him fully as she squeezed back as tightly as she could.

“You’re so weak… puny human arms. Nuthin’ compared to the Mammon.”

“Ohhh, can you pick me up!? That’d be fun!”

“N-no!”

“Oh, so you can’t? Got puny demon arms?”

Mammon wasn’t one to take a challenge laying down. Her feet lifted off the floor as he hoisted her up, wiggling and giggling with delight. She got her arms up between them so she could wrap them around his neck, hooking her legs behind his own.

“Whee! Much better.” She hummed, looking down at his very unamused face with a smile. She had succeeded in her goal of distracting him and Mammon knew it.

“...I ain’t got puny arms.”

“I know, Mammon.”

“You’re bein’ extra needy, human.”

It wasn’t true. He was the one who needed and needed and needed. Her affirmation, her affection… don’t look at anyone else. Don’t be with anyone else. Mammon was suddenly struck with the knowledge he’d give up every penny in his bank accounts if it meant no one else ever got to have her.

And he didn’t know what that meant, but he knew what she wanted it to mean right now.

“…I’ll tell Lucifer no.”

“Hmm? What was that?” She cooed, voice teasing and light.

“I said I’ll tell um no! I ain’t given ya up!”

She weighed next to nothing with his strength, but still he settled her unto the instructor’s desk, palms flat on either side of it’s smooth surface as he leaned in, caging her.

She kept her legs locked around him, but now she could put them around his waist. Her hands slid from his neck down his arms, coming to rest on his forearms where she kneaded and rubbed at the bare skin where his sleeves were rolled up.

Normally, this kind of position would have Mammon a stuttering mess, but there was something determined and direct in his eyes, as if he couldn’t focus on anything right now but making sure she knew he was in earnest when he said what he said.

“I’m not giving you up either.”

Simple words, and yet she could feel where they pierced into his heart, leaving him half joy and half agony. Why did it hurt him so much when she spoke kindly to him? Mammon craved the words, but something held him back.

“You aren’t stupid.” She whispered, gently lifting her hand and resting it on his neck, watching as the pact mark began to appear exactly on him where it was on her.  Her thumb found it, pressing and rubbing in firm circles until she pulled a groan from Mammon’s throat and he tipped his head forward to bury his face against her neck.

She felt his lips brush her mark, a touch more than a kiss, but a kiss all the same.

“You’re my first guy… you’re my favorite guy. I like you best.”

She knew if she kept it up, she was going to make him fall apart… and part of her wanted to. Part of her thought it was exactly what he needed. Instead, she gently kissed the side of his head with a loud and pronounced “mu-wah”.

“C’mon! Let’s cut class.” She said, gently wiping Mammon’s cheeks with the back of her hand when he untangled himself from her. He sniffed once, refusing to meet her eyes and nodding vigorously as he got himself composed.

“Eh… Lucifer did say somethin’ bout not breakin’ anymore rules today.”

“I’ll tell him I was sick and needed company.”

“You ain’t sick!”

“I’ll tell him it was ‘girl troubles’. That one gets him so quiet you’d think I was the Avatar of Awkward Silences.”

Mammon laughed, rolling his eyes which were starting to look a bit less red and a bit more mischievous as he considered the possibilities of ditching. Taking the opportunity, she slid off the desk with a tiny flourish, spinning to fluff out her skirt before brushing it down resolutely.

“It’s decided! Two hellfire boba teas and chocolate newts are what the doctor ordered!”

She took his hand and he resisted only for a moment so he could relish the feel of her tugging him towards her and the sight of her pouting before she stamped her little booted foot on the floor.

“C’mooooon!”

“Alright, human. You’re buying."

#i am a two trick pony #i see obey me bro #i write hurt comfort #i write smut #obey me mammon #obey me mammon x mc #obey me fanfic #obey me fanfiction #more like a ficlet #anyway it isnt very polished but someone might like it! #this was more of a writing exercise for me to play around with MC's speech mannerisms #and write some Mammon feels #im explorin' the boys psyche about being SHAT ON all the time #but lucifer isnt meant to be a bad guy here he is arguable got GOOD REASON to be mad #that mammon STEALS FROM HIS BROTHERS is a big yikes to me #but Lucifer will forgive him because it's Mammon

[pinkbubbles-and-bigtroubles]

Little Surprises

Your husband Calum takes your daughter Lucy to pick out a puppy to foster, but things don’t go as planned.

This is pretty fluffy and there’s no smut (who am I???)

CW: strong language, mentions of depression, anxiety, alcohol, and pregnancy

"Hurry Daddy, hurry up before they close," Lucy, your four-year-old daughter, impatient as always, yelled from the back seat of Calum's Rover. 

"Just a second sweetpea, we have plenty of time," he replied over his shoulder as he walked with you back to the front door. You'd finally given in to Lucy's pleas to foster a dog during the lock down. Your daughter was intelligent, sociable, and bored out of her mind these past couple weeks. Her favorite, Uncle Michael, was helping to keep her occupied by playing animal crossing with her every day, but you limited her game time to one hour in the afternoon. So to help keep her occupied he showed her videos of the puppy they were fostering while stuck in the house. Once the idea was in her head there was no getting it out, and it didn't help that Calum thought it would teach her responsibility. With the two of them against you it was a miracle you held out a whole week.

 You hadn't been feeling well these past couple weeks and the idea of a puppy underfoot and needing taken care of was not something that appealed to you. Your husband managed to convince you by taking wonderful care of both his girls while you were all home together. He'd made up a schedule for Lucy that kept her out of your way so you could work until lunchtime when you traded off so he could promo his latest album. You'd started doing stretching and yoga together as a family before dinner for about a week now, and you could tell it was starting to pay off. Calum being home with nothing to do meant he'd been all over you every night and morning, and occasionally during nap time. You were loving it, but your back and hips were killing you. Still it was better than the first lockdown in 2020 when you hadn't been able to see each other for three months. He'd whisked you away to a beach cottage for a romantic weekend, and nine months later your daughter was born. 

 When the weather was nice they played in the backyard. Lucy adored her father, and anything did, she had to do.  She wanted to play soccer so Calum practiced with her running drills in the backyard and polishing up his own skills in the process. It was hard to concentrate on your laptop, and you caught yourself watching them instead of working. Part of you still marveled that this was your life, your family, and your husband. 

Had it really been just six years since the first night you'd met in a bar after a concert you'd both attended? You'd been so drunk you'd gasped and told him he looked just like "Calum Hood, the sexist fucking bass player in the world." Cal found that hilarious, but your boyfriend at the time very much did not. This led to a screaming match outside the club where he called you every name in the book and left you crying on the curb before taking a very expensive two-hour taxi ride home. In his anger he forgot you'd reserved a hotel room to avoid the drive after the show. You remembered the hotel but couldn't remember how to get there which made you cry harder.

Right then Calum came out for a smoke and found you a weepy, sloppy mess. After he'd calmed you down, he insisted on walking you back to your hotel. You thought it was right around the corner, but you got turned around and Calum ended up walking with you for almost thirty minutes before you found it. He insisted on having a female employee walk with y'all to your room before giving you a goodnight hug.

The next morning you'd been awoken by a pounding headache. You quickly downed three glasses of water and sat in the shower until the hot water ran out trying to piece together the previous night. You were convinced the handsome man was a figment of your imagination until you saw Calum Hood followed you on Instagram and Twitter. Opening your phone you found a new number saved as "The Real Calum Hood." 

You'd convinced yourself, after much yelling and multiple threats from your best friends, to take a once in a lifetime chance and go on a date with a bonafide rock star. You were convinced it would never work, but once Calum had his heart set, you never stood a chance.  You loved that man with a ferocity you hadn't known possible, and trusted him with your life, but if you ended up being the only one to clean up after this dog you were gonna kill him. 

*******

As Calum pulled out of the driveway he felt a twinge of guilt, he had every intention of getting you to change your mind about "fostering" a dog. He missed having a dog, Lucy was old enough, and it would teach her responsibility. He and Lucy had spent the past week getting ready for the puppy. They'd stocked up on supplies, watched videos about dog training

Growing up being shuffled between households, and always taking care of your siblings, you were never allowed to keep a pet. And while you craved the stability you found with Calum, Lucy and his family, you also panicked at the idea of being tied down. Two years ago, when you'd first married and bought this house, it took you several months to trust yourself to really decorate and make it your own. 

He smiled back at Lucy singing, "How Far I'll Go" at the top of her voice. You'd been hesitant to let her watch Disney movies, not wanting her to admire the pretty princess stereotype. Moana won you over, and your lock screen was still a picture of her and Calum as Moana and Maui for her very first trick or treat last fall. He loved you for giving him the greatest gift anyone could give. Even though Lucy was the spitting image of her aunt Mali the cleverness and quick wit that kept him on his toes was all you. 

This was a special trip so Lucy made sure to dress accordingly. She was going to wear her prettiest dress, but Calum had reminded her about how the dogs' paws could be dirty and scratch through the delicate fabric. After considering that she picked out her black and yellow Pokemon overalls paired with her child-size Doc Marten's, black like her dad's but with little multi-colored hearts. You'd pulled her dark curls into pigtails fastened with Pikachu hair bows. 

She was bouncing in her car seat as they pulled into the shelter.

"Puppy, puppy, puppy," she chanted as she unbuckled herself and he lifted her out of the car.

"Lucy Koa Hood if you take one more step away from this car," Calum warned his daughter, stopping her dead in her tracks before she bolted for the door. She looked up at him with those huge brown eyes, so much like his own, and grabbed his hand. She skipped towards the entrance pulling him along behind her.  

He'd already sent  the application and made an appointment so an employee was waiting to talk them back right away.

The sound and smell of dogs pricked at Calum's senses as they walked back towards the kennels. Lucy squeezed his hand tightly and he could feel a slight tremble. 

"Are you ok Lulu?" He was worried it was overwhelming for her and bent down to pick her up. 

She took a deep breath, puffed out her chest and looked him in the eye, and nodded. 

"I can walk Daddy. I'm a big girl," she told him, still clutching his hand. 

"Ok sweetpea, but if it gets too much let me know ok?" He reassured her, rubbing his thumb along the back of her tiny hand. 

Calum clicked a picture of Lucy's face as they brought in the puppy.  She had the biggest smile and her dark eyes were shining. She was so excited and was squirming and bouncing in her seat next to him. Cal stopped them from handing her the puppy until she could hold still. 

The puppy started wiggling as soon as they put him in Lucy's lap and began climbing up her chest, and licking her face. At first she giggled but she quickly got uncomfortable. She wanted to sit and pet him quietly. The little guy was energetic, rambunctious, in her face, and Calum could tell she didn't like it one bit. He scooped the pup out of her lap cradling it in his hands, gently holding him back so Lucy could reach in and pet him. The puppy let her pat his head a couple times before starting to gnaw on her fingers. 

Lucy snatched her hand back, crying out with surprise. Calum tried to explain to her that puppies were baby dogs and like babies they chewed on things and wiggled a lot, but Lucy outright refused to touch it again.

"No thank you, Daddy, I don't think that's the right one," she told him, crossing her arms across her chest. 

He handed the puppy back to the employee and asked to see the next one. Lucy's excitement had dimmed but it was still there when the employee brought back a pretty gold and white pup. He took her first, but this one was even more rowdy than the last one. Lucy clapped her hands and giggled watching the little gal attack Calum with much ferocity if very little coordination, but she refused to even try to pet it. 

"No thank you, I'll pass," Lucy politely declined and Calum was starting to wonder if they were going to leave with a dog after all.

"Ok we'll try one more," the employee told them smiling at Lucy who nodded and smiled back. 

"We don't have to get one today Lulu, it's ok to keep looking for a while," he reminded her.

"We just have to be patient, everything will work out," she tried to reassure him, speaking gently and patting his arm.

"Wonder where you got that from?" Calum snickered at your all too familiar phrase. 

The employee brought the final puppy in, and Calum felt hopeful when he saw the little fella was sleepy and not hyped up. Lucy was beaming and let them set the puppy in her lap. 

"Easy, easy" she whispered to herself and she stroked the brown and white fur. "See it's not so bad." She grinned at Calum looking both thrilled and relieved, but then her face twisted into a horrified look of shock. He was confused until the next second when she picked the puppy, still peeing, out of her lap holding it over the floor. 

The shelter worker grabbed the puppy, as Lucy burst into tears. Calum slid next to his daughter, putting his arm around her and curling her into his side. He kissed the top of her head over and over, rubbing her back, and murmuring "it's ok baby, it's ok," until she caught her breath again. 

They returned with a towel and helped get her dried off as best they could. Calum decided to call it a day and Lucy started sniffling all over again. He knelt down so he could talk to his daughter face to face.

"Don't cry sweetpea," he brushed the tears off her cheeks. "It just wasn't meant to be today, but they have our application on file. We'll make another appointment and come back. At least now we know a puppy might not be the best idea and we'll see what other options we have ok. Now if I know your mom she's got an outfit stashed for you in the car. We'll get you changed and go get ice cream ok?" 

She stood up still hiccuping and wiping her face. Calum went to pick her up but she shook her head and backed away. 

"No Daddy, I'm not scared, I'm just upset," she protested, still sniffling but fighting it back. " I wanna see the dogs when we leave." 

"Can we leave through the kennels?" Calum asked.

"Of course," the employee smiled down at Lucy. "I've got some stickers for you up front too. Just follow me." 

They led the back through a hallway and a set of double doors. The dogs went nuts when they saw them and Lucy stood back for a second. The shelter worker started to ask if she was ok but Calum held his hand up, motioning for them to wait. He watched his daughter squeeze her eyes shut and ball up her fists while taking deep breaths. Her lips were moving and he eased closer to hear what she was saying. 

"You're a big girl. You are smart. You are brave. You can do this." Lucy was repeating the words he'd heard your say to their daughter whenever her courage faltered. He felt a lump in his throat watching his little girl finding the inner strength you'd given her starting the day she took her first breath. 

She stuck her chin out and grabbed his hand, keeping close by his side as they walked. She gave a little wave as they passed the kennels.

"Bye doggies, bye doggies," she called out softly, her normal exuberance and energy tempered by the day's unfortunate events. Calum kept her hand in his as he chatted with the shelter employee. They told him they were a big fan of the band and played guitar from time to time. Cal started to offer to take a pic when he felt Lucy tugging at his hand. 

"C'mon sweetpea, we gotta get you changed. We'll come back another day," he told her. 

"Daddy wait a minute, I wanna see something," she pulled harder trying to get away.

"Next time Lulu, next time, I think you've had enough today," he pulled her along and she stumbled a bit making him stop. 

"My shoes need tied," she told him and he let go of her hand, ready to bend down to fix it.

Lucy turned on her heel and took off back towards the kennels. Doc Marten's don't make the best running shoes, but Calum was wearing his too. Not only that, she caught him off guard so she had already tumbled to a stop by the time he caught up. He saw her fall and was worried she hurt herself. He stopped when he saw her on her knees scooting towards one of the cages.

"Hi there, don't be scared" her voice was soft and soothing. Calum scanned the cage, finally spotting a small dog huddled in the corner. Golden colored fur shot through with silver and black with a pair of light blue eyes peering at their little group. 

"I'm Lucy, what's your name? Come say hi, I'm not scary like these big dogs," Lucy pat the top of her thighs trying to coax the dog over. 

"His name is Astro," Calum read the sign for her.

"And he's four years old, like me," Lucy told him pointing at the number above her head.

"No sweetpea, that's the cage number," Calum explained but the shelter employee broke in

"Actually Astro is four like you, but he's very shy and doesn't like most people," they informed her. 

"What's his story? What breed is that?" Calling was curious. Astro had at least turned to face them, ears forward listening to them. 

"Astro, Astro," Lucy called him. "Come here pretty boy." She tried whistling but she couldn't do it so she ended up spitting on herself.

"So Astro is 4, and there's definitely some corgi because he's got short little legs. Other than that our best guess is Australian Shepherd? His owner passed away maybe five, six months ago. Her daughter owns cats and the dog isn't very social so he ended up here. He's quiet so he rarely gets noticed," they quietly filled Calum in.

"Good with kids?" He asked.

"No clue, he keeps to himself and doesn't really deal with people." They shrugged, not knowing what to say. 

They stopped at the sound of a whimper. Astro was belly crawling incredibly slowly towards Lucy who hadn't stopped talking. 

"Come on Astro, come on. You can sleep in my room and we can be best friends. I have a best friend Sam but she's at school. Be my friend Astro pleeeaaasseee. I'm four just like you. We're not babies like puppies or my uncle Ashton has a baby, her name is Lauren. She's little so we can't play with her yet, but her sister Annie is four like us, and Kat is three. I forgot," her little hands fluttered with excitement. "Oh Astro, listen listen, Uncle Michael will let us come over. We can go in the pool, and he has dogs that will be your friend too. And I have the best mommy and daddy. Mommy is so pretty. She dances with me and says I am brave. I am smart. You need to be brave too Astro."

By now the dog was closer, almost in reach. Astro's eyes were fixed on Lucy, listening intently. Calum squatted down next to his daughter. "Lulu are you sure?" 

Lucy nodded rapidly, her pigtails bouncing as she answered. "Completely sure Daddy. He's lonely, I need to be his friend." 

Calum laughed, but it died when he looked down and saw the sadness and hope in the dog's eyes. "Poor little guy," Calum thought. "He doesn't know what's happening, just that he's been abandoned." 

 "Can we take him? Instead of a puppy?" He asked. 

"Please, please, please?" Lucy scrambled to her feet, bouncing on her toes, and her dark eyes pleading with them. 

"Of course, I just gotta get some paperwork. Come with me to the front and I'll get that taken care of," they started to lead Calum away but Lucy held back.

"I gotta go up front for the paper works, but you're coming home with us Astro," Lucy told him.

She turned and started to follow them, and Astro let out a long mournful whine. She turned around and went back.

"It's ok, I'll be right here. I won't leave you," Lucy blew him a kiss and ran back to her dad. 

They got up to the front and Calum told the employee they had to step outside for a moment.

"Daddy no, we can't leave," Lucy started to cry again. "We gotta get Astro."

"We will Lulu, but if I don't get you changed your mother will have my neck. I don't need mama mad at me," Calum told her. 

Lucy accepted that and didn't protest farther. You always packed a "car bag" whenever Lucy went anywhere in case of emergencies. Sure enough, tucked under the wet wipes, hair ties, and first aid kit was a change of clothes including socks and underwear. Fortunately it hadn't soaked through, so Calum took her shoes off and quickly changed her in the back of the Rover to leggings and a tunic.  

"He's gonna think we left him," she was pulling at him as they walked back in. 

They'd just walked through the door and they could hear Astro's whimpering as they were bringing him out. Calum whipped out his camera just in time to record Lucy's reaction when the dog came out, but it was Astro's expression of joy that touched him most. Lucy knelt down and Astro shuffled up to her, still a little skittish. She was patient, patting her thighs and calling softly to him until he finally came in close and rested his snout on her shoulder giving her a small lick on her ear. Lucy giggled and wrapped her arms around him. Calum took a picture and sent it to you as a heads up with the caption.

Lucy and Astro ❤️ I'll explain when I get home. I love you

Astro? I thought we were fostering a puppy. How can I say no now? We'll have this conversation later after Lucy goes to bed. I love you

*******

You rubbed your temples and sighed, hating yourself for being so irritated. You weren't feeling well and had a lot on your mind. You needed to have a conversation with your husband, but that would have to wait. 

You were in the kitchen checking on dinner when you heard the car pulling into the driveway. You made it to the door and were greeted by your daughter's excited chatter. Calum came around with Lucy, in different clothes then she's left in, dancing backward trying to control herself. You caught sight of Astro, a beautiful dog but seemed timid. He was watching Lucy's every move. Calum smiled at you and mouthed "are you ok?" You nodded and smiled back, not wanting him to worry.  

Astro wouldn't come near you, and ducked away when you reached out for him. He trailed behind Lucy as she introduced him to the house. 

"Hey you," Calum murmured in your ear, coming up behind you. You leaned back into his embrace, feeling your mind and body relax in a way only Calum could bring out. "I have to do some laundry. Why don't you go rest up and let me watch over the kid." 

"Sweetheart I'm fine, I've got a veggie lasagna in the oven. I've just been tired, but we can talk about that later. What happened at the shelter? I notice she changed clothes," you turned around, gazing up at your husband. You never got tired of looking at his face, still amazed you were lucky enough to love him. 

"One of the puppies peed on her. It was a disaster, and I really thought we were coming home empty-handed." 

"So how did we end up with Astro?" You reached up and booped his nose.

Calum grinned and wrinkled his nose in response," you always do that." 

"Your nose is always cute." 

"We were leaving through the kennels, and she was pretty freaked out. She had to psych herself up saying, I am smart, I am brave. I swear you're such a great mom. I'm so glad I knocked you up," he told you, landing a kiss on your lips. "As we were leaving she stopped, and even tricked me by telling me her shoes were untied. She took off and found this small creature that needed her to be his friend. The shelter employee said Astro ignored pretty much everyone until Lucy came along. She was so patient, I was really surprised, but she waited for him to come to her. She kept telling him she wanted to be his friend. It was the cutest thing."

"What no video?" 

"Of course, but Lucy has been a bit too quiet. Let's go see what she's up to," he kissed you again, reluctant to let go. "Are you sure you're ok?" 

"Yes, Cal," you replied as you stepped back and took his hand. 

You found Lucy in her playroom introducing Astro to her toys, bringing each one out and letting him sniff it before putting it back. 

Later at dinner Lucy chattered away in her booster seat while Astro laid by her chair. He finally let you pet him in return for some wet dog food. He seemed to be adjusting pretty well for the first night until it was time for bed. He whimpered and whined when Calum put him in his crate. Lucy, overtired and cranky, began sobbing inconsolably. You were tempted to not give in, but Calum compromised by letting Lucy "camp out." They pulled out Lucy's sleeping bag so she could sleep in her playroom with the crate. 

"We'll figure it out tomorrow, my love," Calum assured you. He got them settled in and Astro quieted down once Lucy laid down. You stood in the doorway watching him tuck your daughter in and sing her to sleep. In no time she was out like a light, and Cal turned his attention to you. 

"It's been a long day," he kissed you and pulled you back towards the living room. "Let me make you a drink and give you a backrub," He gave you a wink and a wicked smile as his hand slid down to your ass. 

"Would you make me a cup of tea, and then we can talk back rub. Although it always ends up going further than that." You laugh at the smirk he gives you in response. 

"You're the one who starts it," he reminded her.

"Not fair," you protest. "You're such a tease." 

"Me, I'm completely innocent," Calum protested.

"You are not, but you're very handsome so I'll let it slide." You sat on the couch and the anxiety came creeping back. 

Calum brought your tea, a bag of cookies, and settled in next to you. He pulled you in close to his side, wrapping his arm around you, and throwing your legs over his so you were sitting at an angle that he could see your face.

"Now will you please tell me what's going on? You've been stressing for days, and you won't tell me what's going on. Please don't shut me out. If you're having a rough time, just tell me. We can work through anything, but I don't want it to get bad like last time." You'd always struggled with depression, and you'd had a terrible time after Lucy was born. His thumb stroked the back of your hand as he spoke, and you saw the worry in his eyes and felt terribly guilty. 

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you worry," you began, but Calum cut you off.

"Don't apologize, my love, just talk to me," Calum took your hand and raised it to his mouth for a kiss.

"Ok, I know this isn't the best timing. You're going on tour and Lucy starts kindergarten in the fall. Do you remember Luke's pool party?"

"The madness of all the kids together. Luke almost setting the grill on fire. You in that blue swimsuit." Calum's voice dropped to a growl as his hand slid up your thigh. 

"Don't you start, that's how I got in this predicament," you warned him.

"I don't start anything, but I finish it.  Don't think I won't take you right here in the living-" Calum stopped, his eyes going wide as he looked at you.

He looked at the mug of tea steaming on the coffee table then back at your face. His hand moved from your legs to your waist, resting on your belly.

"You're pregnant?" 

You nodded. "Like I said I'm sorry the timing isn't ideal but-." Your words were smothered in a kiss as Calum pulled you onto his lap. 

"Are you sure? Did you take a test?" 

"While you guys were gone. I've suspected it for about a week now, but I needed a test." 

"Can I see it?" 

"It's in my purse." 

Calum grabbed your bag and was back by your side instantly. He watched as you pulled out a plastic baggie work the test in it. He saw the two blue lines right away, and he started to cry. You panicked, thinking for a second he was upset with you, but when he looked up at you, you'd never seen him look happier. 

"Come here you," he pulled you onto him so you were straddling him on the couch, sitting face to face. "Forget about the timing, we've never done anything at the right time." He cupped your face in his hands, brushing his fingers along your jawline and cheeks. "None of that matters because it's you and I, and together we can get through anything. I love you so much. You're the best mom. I can't believe we're gonna have another little one," he gave you a kiss, and then another.  "I can never thank you enough for everything you've given me and how happy you make me every day." He wiped his eyes but the tears wouldn't stop. 

"Why are you crying? Are you going soft on me Hood?" You asked, but you were laughing and crying along with him.

He pushed himself off the couch, lifting you up with him in one fluid motion. 

"Feel those muscles baby? Definitely not soft," Calum growled in your ear as he carried you down the hall. 

"What are you doing?" You asked as he stopped so y'all could peek in on Lucy and Astro.

"I'm about to show my beautiful wife how much I love her. Especially now that I don't have to worry about getting you pregnant."

@kiiiimberlyriiiicker1995 @sexgodashton @maluminspace @wildmichaelflower @ghostofmashton @sublimehood @tea4sykes @h0tsos @goth5sos @5-secondsofcolor @toofadedtofight @calteahood @noshamenion @irwinkitten @mermaidcashton @cherrycolamike​

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[funkymeihem-fiction]

A Hairy Situation

Commission fic for ObsidianRose- Thank you so much for your support!

***

“Jamie, can you even see?”

“Huh? See wot?”

“Anything?”

Mei scurried in from the open doorway, holding his prosthetic arm and peg. Jamison grumbled from the plastic folding stool in the tub, scooting to the very edge and sullenly patting the stump of his arm with his ragged towel before going to re-attach his limb. Waiting until he felt the familiar little sting of the archaic nerve-receptors digging into his skin, he clicked the joints of his fingers before he leaned to start on the leg as well, ignoring Mei’s fussing at where he was dripping all over the floor.

“Whaddaya mean, can I see? Did I miss a spot? I used soap and everything just how you like, that’s gotta pass muster! Grab me another towel, darl? Ugh, why’s water gotta be so wet—” He blinked as the wet yellow curtains in front of his vision were suddenly parted. “Oh, there you are. Yeah, ‘nother towel?”

Mei scrunched her nose, trying to slick back the mess of blond locks that were draped all over his head. They stuck to his crooked features and did nothing to help his ‘freshly drowned rodent’ look. “I thought your hair was looking a lot thicker now. Look at this, your bald spots are—”

“Oi!”

“I mean, um, your…follically-challenged areas, they’re getting better! See! Dr. Ziegler was right about the vitamins and everything.” She leaned to kiss away a droplet of water from the tip of his freckled nose. “And I was right about using the soap, Mr. Stinky.”

“Yeah, well!” His expression melted at the touch of her lips, eyes going gooey before he drew himself up to look affronted once more. “Tch! Yeah, well…Only reason I was taking those horse pills was because you threatened me. Blech. Does it look good, though? Hey, you think I should grow a beard? Oh, I bet I could stick so many explosives in a great long beard!”

“Let’s not get carried away. Actually, your hair is getting really long too. When was the last time you had it cut?”

“Why would I ever cut my hair? You know how hard it is to grow luscious locks such as these?” He reached up and tugged at a handful of blond, then blinked down at his palm. “Oh, uh…Usually they kind of fall out when I do that. Blimey, that’s pretty thick.”

Mei smiled, grabbing a nearby towel and starting to twist it around his head for him, the way she did for her own long hair. “You’re healing from all that radiation, then! This is good news! But you’re getting all shaggy, so it’s time for a haircut.”

His yellow eyes swerved upward at the makeshift turban sitting atop his head, sniffling water from one nostril. “Not so sure I like the idear of some stranger going at me with a pair of scissors, darl. What if they cut my head and then go for the throat next? You can’t spell ‘barber’ without ‘butcher’.”

“That’s…not how—”

“Asides, best way to get rid of hair is to burn it off! Here, help me out of the tub, I got the perfect stuff!”

She pushed him down where he started to get up. “Oh no you do not! You sit here and dry the rest of the way off, I’m going to go look up a video on how to give you a quick haircut. I cut my own hair sometimes, so I’ll just give you a little trim.”

“You’re no fun at all, love.”

Mei beamed back at him. “I know. Okay, let me go do a quick tutorial and I’ll be right back with the scissors!”

***

“Oops.”

“Wait, why’d you oops? You’re not supposed to oops!”

“No, it’s fine! Stop trying to move your head, I just have to fix this part!”

Junkrat jerked his head back into place, fingers twitching madly on the armrests. He sat in the kitchen with a damp towel still draped around his shoulders, trying to ignore the fact that there was a pair of sharp cutters buzzing around him. Even if it was Mei wielding them, he couldn’t help but be nervous. Especially with her audible ‘oops’.

“It’s fine, really,” she assured him, pausing to press rewind on the video tutorial. It had turned out that cutting another person’s hair was a lot more different than she’d thought, compared to cutting her own. “You have longer hair than the man in the tutorial, but we’re just doing a trim, so all I have to do is watch the length and make sure it’s even on both sides. Um. Okay. Hold still, I’ll just cut the other side just a tiny bit more.”

He heard the snip of the scissors, trying his very best not to fidget. Click click. Snip snap. The metal was dangerously close to his ears, and even his poor hearing could trace its every movement. Cold, sharp scissors next to his ears, just like that time back when he’d run his mouth in Junkertown, and they’d put him on the chair and made a list of what pieces he could spare…

“Is it done?! Are we done yet?” He couldn’t keep the screech out of his voice. “Looks great, darl, I think it’s done!”

“What? You haven’t even seen it yet. And you still can barely see through it. Just hold still a little longer, okay? I think I have it just about even…”

Snip snip. Click click. Hiss hiss. The scissors were moving around his head again, towards his eyes, and his neck…

He flinched.

Then Mei flinched.

A large chunk of yellow hair slowly drifted down onto the floor. Behind him, Mei froze up with the scissors still closed, before she backed up and put one hand over her mouth. “Mmm! No no no! Y-you moved and…I’m sorry, I’m so sorry! Here, I can fix it!”

He tried to stay still, he really did. But his shot nerves were now mirrored by his girl, and her attempts to try and even out the absent chunk were only resulting in more chops and more chunks as little bits of hair continued to scatter around his chair. And when Mei uttered a little whimper, he chanced a glance to her and found her chin thrust out and her eyes watering like she was about to cry.

She put aside the scissors, voice warbling as she hesitantly took the mirror from the counter and turned it towards him.

“I-I didn’t mean to…I don’t think I fixed it. Sorry. Sorry, I’m sorry.”

Junkrat blinked owlishly at his reflection. Frankly, ‘disaster’ was the normal state of his hair in the first place. But this? This was a kind of disaster he simply wasn’t familiar with. The burnt and scorched black bits in his hair were gone…but then again, so was a lot of his hair too. And now it couldn’t just be blamed on his old bald spots. It was jagged on the edges, hanging in uneven rags around his head or sticking out in odd places where it hadn’t been before. Setting his entire head on fire, which had been his plan in the first place, probably would have been doing his hair a kindness.

But Mei was ready to burst into tears at any second, so he put on his biggest smile instead. “Aw, darl! It ain’t all bad! Now this is a sort of new junker look, this is!”

“Y-you’re just saying that to make me feel better,” she sniffled.

“C’mon, Snowflake, it’s just hair! How about I take some more of those vitamins, make it grow back real fast so we can try again!”

“I ruined it!”

“Nah, nah, it’s always ruined anyway. No need to get crook. Junkrat’s always got a Plan B!”

She wiped at one cheek with her knuckles, shaking her head. “Jamie, I am not letting you set your head on fire. But I’m not sure I should be cutting it anymore, either. I think I need some help.”

“Er…From?”

***

He wasn’t entirely sure how it had happened or why he’d agreed to it, but now he was sitting on a chair in the middle of Overwatch’s main common room, surrounded by agents who were whispering and occasionally chuckling over the state of his hair. He growled and crossed his arms petulantly, pondering if it would be worth it to just blast his way out of this whole situation. But Mei was still looking awfully weepy, head down and cheeks red in shame from where she had turned his head into such a monstrosity.

It wasn’t helped by the stupid fucking face that Hanzo was making, with his dumb little pursed lips where he was clearly trying not to smirk at someone else’s misfortune. Catching Junkrat’s eye, the archer seemed to purposefully run his hands through his own silken black locks, voice dripping with disdain. “Honestly, I am not sure if any of this can be salvaged. Yet somehow, it manages to be an improvement from before.”

Junkrat heard Mei make a despairing little sound of shame at Hanzo’s words, and it took all his willpower not to jump up and double-grenade the archer right in his stupid handsome face. Maybe he’d be able to set someone’s head on fire today after all. It was only the distraction of Lucio and Hana that ended up saving Hanzo from having his very own hair emergency.

Hana squinted, circling around him. “Wow. Wow. Okay. No offense, Mei, but this looks like a chainsaw accident and calls for a serious salon intervention. I know some really good guys who might be able to salvage this. Maybe.”

Junkrat waved a hand to shoo her away from her phone. “Nah! I’m not going to go to some stranger. Can’t trust ‘em. I keep telling you, Mei can fix it! Just lop off a little more and she’ll be right!”

Lucio lingered forward from behind Mei was furiously shaking her head, prodding at a strange yellow curl that was sticking out from Junkrat’s left side where it hadn’t been before. “I dunno, J-Man. I know you don’t like strangers but Hana might be right on this one.”

“Well why don’t you just cut it then! Mei, give him the things!”

“Hey man, my hair takes care of itself, I never cut it at all. Maybe someone else here knows how to cut hair?”

Mei shyly lifted a hand. “Ms. Vaswani? I’ve seen her do it before. So careful and meticulous, she’s very good at it!”

Lucio half-lidded his eyes at the woman who was leaning by the counter with her arms folded and a sour expression on her face. Clearing his throat, he turned to look at the rest of the crowd. “Hm. Yeah. Maybe someone else?”

Satya gave both Lucio and the raggedy-haired junker an unimpressed look before lifting her nose in the air and pointedly turning away. “Absolutely not. I mean no offense, Dr. Zhao, but that is an unacceptable proposal. The state of Mr. Fawkes is regrettable, but I find that is very often the case. I have utterly no inclination to…”

Junkrat snorted aloud. “Touch me? What, because of the dirt? Just was in the tub, I’ll have you know. Still got a squeaky clean donger and everything. Oi, you’re not still sore about the prototypes what got blown up, are you? And after that lab incident with the dynamite umbrellas? Okay, not one of my most winning plans, I can admit it! Tch. Dunno why you always gets so worked up, lady. It was just a bit of soot. And some bricks. And fire. It builds character!”

Hanzo was unable to stifle a cold chuckle, only to have McCree sock him hard in the arm.

Mei winced a little, waving both hands as Satya narrowed her eyes. Strategically placing herself between the two, she interrupted them both before another argument could break up, trying to focus on the haircut disaster already at hand. “Th-that’s fine, Ms. Vaswani! Thank you! Um…Mr. Roadhog? Have you dealt with something like this before?”

Roadhog grunted.

Mei paused, but no more information was forthcoming. So she tried again. “Maybe you’ve cut Jamie’s hair for him?” She wondered aloud, trying to imagine the old biker’s huge spike-gloved fists holding something as delicate as a pair of beauty trimmers. “How did you deal with haircuts out in the Outback?”

Roadhog stepped forward, one enormous hand enveloping a fistful of Junkrat’s hair…and he pulled.

Junkrat, understandably, began caterwauling in response, punching up at Roadhog’s arm. “Owowowow! GETTOFF! What’re you doin’, ya drongo?! It’s attached this time! OW!”

Roadhog released his grip, looked down, and seemed mildly surprised that Junkrat’s hair was indeed still stuck to his skull. With a shrug, he stepped back with a ‘negative’ sort of a grunt, and didn’t try again.

Soldier 76 spoke up from the sidelines. “I was in the army. For a time. Could get some trimmers and give it a buzz.”

Junkrat covered his head with both arms protectively. “Don’t cut it all off! I worked hard for it, you know! Ugh, Mei darl, let’s forget this whole thing, just grab the snippers and let’s go back t—”

The door slammed open and all eyes turned to Zarya, who strode in with great purpose in her stride and a toolbox under one arm. The little crowd parted before her, and she slammed the box down on the table and glared down at the messy-haired junker down in his chair. Junkrat glared right back at her, jaw setting, a growl rattling in his throat as the two faced each other down.

“Rat Man.”

“Russki.”

“Mei has called me to fix you. I said to her ‘Oh Mei, there is too much to fix!’ but she said it is just your hair. That, I can do,” Zarya said, before turning and opening the toolbox.

Rat was going to snap something back at her, but his reply was cut off when he looked past her, into the open box. Inside was a vast assortment of combs, scissors, trimmers, hair dyes, elastics, and more hair accessories than he had ever seen in his entire life. A whole beauty shop had been crammed into that box. And Mei was looking so, so hopeful at it all. His insults died in his throat, and he merely grumbled something inaudible as he slumped down into his chair.

Mei seemed far happier about the situation, clasping both hands as she fluttered around them. “I thought you might know what to do! I really messed it up, but I’m sure you can fix it. Thank you so much for your help.”

The much taller woman looked flustered, pretending to stare into her toolbox a little harder. “Ah…Hmph, it is fine. You are welcome. This is for you, Mei.”

She descended on Junkrat’s mangled scalp, and he could only sit there with a shellshocked expression as she worked. Combs worked at tangles, little delicate clippers snipped at uneven edges, and there was a buzzing in his ears as the trimmer went sliding smoothly across his bristled skull. Zarya squinted, focused, sweated, and worked in stalwart and disapproving silence. The rest of Overwatch stood in silence as well, with occasional little whispers as she worked. Slowly, bit by bit, Junkrat’s hair began to recover from its grisly state.

By the time she was done, the junker was sitting there with a haircut that…actually suited him far more than Mei or anyone else would have assumed. The sides has been buzzed, cut off into fading edges, and he was left with a loose mohawk of yellow locks that draped to one side of his head: just rebellious enough for his wild nature, but neat enough for Mei’s approval. And when she finally stepped back, lifting up her arms in triumph as she unveiled the baffled Junkrat below her, a cheer went up from her audience.

“Oh wow, that’s so much better!”

“He actually looks kind of…good, now?”

“Woooo, J-Man, that looks sharp!”

A mirror was thrust into Rat’s hands, and he ran his metal fingers through his newly trimmed locks. Even he had to admit that it looked good. It looked pretty damn good. He could admit that. He just wouldn’t admit it aloud, that was all. So he turned away from the gloating Zarya, to the one person whose opinion actually mattered.

“D’you like it, Snowflake?”

“You look amazing!” Mei’s arms wound around him from behind, resting her cheek against his new ‘do. “Thank you so much, Zarya, this really means a lot. And Jamison, I’m sorry but I’m never going to try cutting your hair again. Unless I get proper training. Zarya, would you mind teaching me how to do all that?”

“Of course, pingvin. I will even teach you how to cut hair with hazmat suit and gloves, for the rat man.”

“Be nice. He looks so much better now!”

Junkrat didn’t even hear the insult, nor did he offer a reply. He was busy grinning stupidly, features flushed while Mei’s chest all but enveloped his entire head where she was leaning into him. “Huh? Yeah, okay. Heh. Yeah. Cut. Okay.”

Maybe he should get his hair cut more often after all.

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[scowlowl]

15 Questions + 15 tags

tagged by @wintersoldierfell, thank yooou I secretly love these.

Are you named after anyone? Originally I was named after a friend of my Dad's who I never met, I think? There's some story there I could never remember. I picked my name while going through what we can probably safely call a phase and it was a combination of factors, like a namesake who was a certain emperor whose history kept popping up in my life in weird but meaningful ways, and the fact that I probably should have read up more on the dude than I did but I didn't because my friends were pressuring me to just fucking choose something already and, well. I threw my hands up and said fuck it and here we are.

I am tempted every goddamn day to change it again.

When was the last time you cried? Ohh probably the other day. February always runs riot on my emotions and I turn into a weepy mess at the drop of a hat.

Do you have kids? No and I don't want yours.

Do you use sarcasm a lot? I use sarcasm so much that people don't recognize what I'm trying to say when I don't.

What’s the first thing you notice about people? I don't notice things. No, that’s a lie, it’s probably how likely someone is to walk into me.

What’s your eye colour? Blue.

Scary movie or happy ending? Scary movie with a happy ending that I can analyze and pick apart for the next fifteen years while thinking about publishing a paper on it, probably. But I'm also a baby so not, like, TOO scary.

Any special talent? I was gonna say 'no' but today I whipped out a 1,000 word summary of the history of a certain mega-fandom so you know what, that. It's that. My talent is sarcastic essay writing. I'm sorry.

What country were you born in? Alberta hashtag wexit

What are your hobbies? Riding around picking flowers in Red Dead Redemption online, doodling, chainmail, staring at the ceiling at night wondering if I should get over myself and try to meet people or tell someone I like them or just, like, die? Also reading.

Do you have any pets? Pudding!

What sports do you play/have you played? I grew up playing sports -- soccer and handball-but-not-really-handball were the big two, and horseback riding (mostly on trails, so western). Neigh.

How tall are you? Five foot somethin', no one knows anymore but I gain like 3 inches in height whenever I remember to straighten my back.

Favourite subject(s) in school? Recess. And language arts, some years, depending on the teacher and what we were doing. And I still think fondly of a sewing class I had in jr. high. I actually went looking for the stuffed animal kits they had us make a couple weeks back.

Dream job? No jobs no capitalism recess forever

Taggin’ if you want to: @writedrunk @glittermoose @omegalovaniac @gethporno @cake-and-monsters @wise-emperor

[johnsbleu]

Hold My Hand: John Wick x Reader Chapter 38

warnings: SMUT

Hopping over the back of the couch, John chases you through the living room, trying to be as quiet as possible when you run past the guest bedroom. When you get in your bedroom, you watch as John quietly closes the door and locks it. You place the monitor on the side table and make sure Harper is still asleep – she is.

You turn around and see John already naked from the waist down, and you watch as he pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it to the floor. His body is amazing, and you whimper a little when you look down and are reminded of just how big John is.

“Wow,” you almost lose your breath as he walks over. “You are...”

“What's wrong?” he stops as he covers himself with both hands.

“You're just...you're making me nervous.” you laugh.

“Did I do something wrong?”

“No!” you walk over to him and wrap your arms around his neck, “Not at all. You're just so...” you back away and gesture to him, “Beautiful, every part of you.”

John looks breathtaking today, his hair is fluffy from the new shampoo you bought, but it's also a little longer than usual and you like it. His face is free of all cuts and scrapes – for once. His toned arms look soft, but also like they could crush you in an instant. Those eyes...so warm and dark, you want to swim in them. His lips are plump and pink, perfect for kissing. You've seen the way people look at John, he's beautiful and you don't blame them for staring.

You swallow hard and find yourself nervous as if this is the first time you've ever had sex with him. “You're just beautiful, baby.”

He starts to laugh and reaches out for you again. He leans down and kisses you, slipping his tongue into your mouth as he unbuttons your pants. You back away and pull your shirt over your head, watching as his eyes scan your body. He shakes his head and sighs when you remove your bra and his hands come up to caress your breasts.

“What?” you move his hands and quickly cover your chest, feeling too exposed.

“You.” he says, staring into your eyes. He smiles and cups your face in one hand. “You are beautiful.”

You roll your eyes and laugh, “Oh, please.”

“You're gorgeous.” he says as he lays you down and tugs your jeans off, throwing them carelessly to the floor.

“Don't do that, you're just being nice because I started it.”

“Not true. Not true at all.” he says, shaking his head. “You are so beautiful.”

“Not as beautiful as you though.”

“Peach, stop.” he says and leans up to look at you. You're still covering your chest and he gently moves your arms, pinning them above your head. He lays down on top of you, intertwining his fingers with yours. “You are so beautiful. What can I do to convince you?”

“Um…” you say and tilt your head to the side as John kisses your neck.

“You know what I think? I think someone has made you believe that you're not beautiful, probably that loser you dated, and it couldn't be further from the truth. Baby, I promise you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, and I wouldn't lie to you.”

“Yes, you would.” you laugh and John sits up to kneel on the bed.

“Remember when you came to see me at the hotel...after everything happened?” he says and you nod. “Well, remember how you said you would tell me every day that I was a good man until I believed it? You do tell me and that's what I'm going to do with you. I’ll tell you that you’re beautiful every single day.”

“You already tell me every day how beautiful I am, and I believe you. I've never felt sexier than I do now that I'm with you. You make me feel so fucking sexy, John. You make me want to run around the house naked or wear lingerie, and I've never been like that before.”

“You never run around the house naked.” he frowns and lays down on top of you again.

“Not yet.” you smirk and he quickly kisses you.

John's hands slowly caress every inch of your body and he smiles, “You do wear lingerie, but you haven't done it in a while though.”

“Soon.” you say and lean up to kiss John again. “I'm sorry, I'm just having an off day...or afternoon.”

“It's okay, but next time you say you're not beautiful...” he says, raising his eyebrows.

“Oh, what are you gonna do about it?” you smirk and John flips you over, spanking your ass as you laugh. “Oh, my god, Jonathan!”

“Look at your ass when I spank it. Look at it jiggle.” he says, laughing and leans down to press his lips to it. “So fucking perfect.”

“Bite me.” you say and feel John's teeth on your ass, “Okay, not that hard.”

John starts to laugh and rests his head on your ass, and you prop yourself up and look over your shoulder to see him laying on you with his eyes closed. You bounce your ass a little to get his attention, and he wraps his finger around the waistband of your thong, pulling it and snapping it against your skin.

“You just gonna use my ass as a pillow now?” you laugh.

“I could, it's comfy enough.” he sits up and shakes your ass in both hands, then leans down to kiss it one last time. He rolls you back over and his eyes scan your body as he starts to smile, “I can't believe you're mine. All of this...is mine. You're so fucking beautiful!”

“Shh!” you press your finger to his lips and he smiles.

Trailing kisses down your neck to your breast, he caresses it in his hand, biting and sucking on your nipple. You scoot up on the bed a little and turn to check the monitor, she's still sleeping. John kisses over your stomach, bringing your attention back to him and he smiles when your eyes meet.

“Let's get these off.” he says and pulls your underwear off, throwing them over his shoulder and you watch as they land on the dresser.

John spreads your legs and stares at your pussy, licking his lips and he looks up at you as he leans down to rub his beard against your thigh.

“You wanna know what I think?”

“What do you think?” he says in between pressing wet kisses to your thighs.

You prop yourself up on your elbows and clear your throat to get John to look at you, “I think your face would look really good between my legs.”

John starts to laugh and leans up to kiss you, and you catch a glimpse of how hard he is. “I think it would too.”

“Well, are you hungry?”

“Starving.” he says and spreads your legs, kissing over your thighs and teasing you before finally burying his face.

His wet, warm tongue glides across your clit and you moan against the back of your hand as you lay back down. You reach out and tug at his hair to pull him closer, craving more and he intensifies his licking and sucking, and you feel your whole body pulse with pleasure as you desperately grab at the sheets.

“Fuck,” he moans and leans up to watch as he slides his fingers over your clit and into your pussy. “So fucking beautiful.”

“You like licking me, baby?” you say, propping yourself up again to watch John between your legs.

“Mhm, you taste so good too.” he slips in another finger as he licks feverishly. “My favorite meal.”

When John notices you watching, he flattens his tongue and slowly drags it over your pussy, trying his hardest not to smile when you tilt your head back and moan loudly.

“Show off.” you laugh.

John removes his fingers and spreads you further, and his tongue darts in and out. You open your mouth to scream but nothing comes out and you gasp for air, looking back down to watch him.

“Holy shit, John. Just like that. Just like that, baby.” you moan and hear John laugh between your legs. “I love your fucking beard on my thighs.”

“Peach, you're so wet.” he hums and sucks on your clit. You try to move away from his mouth, on the edge of an orgasm, but he pulls you back. “Such a nice view, watching you squirm for me, dripping wet.”

“If you keep talking to me like that, I'm gonna come and I really don't want this be over.” you say and John pulls away as you gasp for air and you look up at ceiling, laughing. “I'll never get over how good you are with your mouth, baby.”

“I'll never get over this.” he says, eyes raking over your body and locking onto yours.

“What?” you ask, tilting your head in confusion.

“This.” he starts to laugh, slowly sliding himself between your legs and you feel the sweet pressure of his cock between your hips.

Arching your back, your eyes roll shut and you let out a quiet moan. “Oh.”

“Yeah...” he nods and presses his body on top of you as he rolls his hips.

John sets the pace – slow and sensual. You were hoping for a quickie since there's a baby downstairs, but when you see John's eyes roll shut, you let out a moan, ultimately giving in.

“I can't believe...” a moan interrupts him and he laughs with his eyes still closed. “Fuck.”

“Can't believe what, baby?” you whisper, pulling him closer.

“I can't believe this is my life.”

“Why?” you ask and wrap your arms around his neck so you can tangle your fingers in his hair.

“I don't know, it's just hard to believe that I get to wake up to you every morning. You're just...mine. I never thought I’d get this again. I can kiss you when I want,” he looks down, watching himself slide in and out, moaning and taking deep thrusts, “Make love to you when I want...fuck you when I want.”

“Yeah, well, I think I want you more than you want me though, because I'm like...always ready to have sex.” you laugh and John shakes his head, disagreeing.

“Not even possible, and don't fight me on it.” he says and rests his elbows on either side of you and kisses you, “Best thing that's ever happened to me.”

“You really mean that?” you ask and John's face gets serious.

“Yes,” he nods and kisses you slowly, “I mean that, I really do. You are the best thing that's ever happened to me.”

A smile starts to spread across your face and you feel tears filling your eyes. John has told you many times how much he loves you, and how much he loves having you around. Even so, it still turns you into a weepy mess every time. Having someone who genuinely loves you is all you've ever wanted, and you've found that in John.

“Why are you crying, baby?” he asks and stops moving.

You grab at his ass and push him in deeper, “Keep going.”

“Why are you crying though?” he asks again, slowly rocking his hips.

“I just love you so fucking much, it makes me cry.” you say and John kisses your tears away. “I've just never been this happy before. I never thought being this happy was even possible.”

John holds tight to you, flipping you both over and you hate to do it, but you check the monitor and see Harper still asleep. Looking back down at John, you put the baby monitor face down and roll your hips. Gently, his arms wrap around your back, and he pulls you down on top of him, close enough to kiss you, and he rubs his nose against yours and smiles.

“I love you.” he whispers. His thumb traces over your cheekbone and down to your bottom lip. “I love you, baby.”

“I love you, John.” you say, breathlessly.

Your tongues entwine in a kiss, and you feel his hands moving up your back. Moving your hips perfectly in sync with his, you pull away from his lips just long enough to catch your breath, then go back in for more. His left hand slides back down your back and cups your ass, spanking you.

You start to laugh and lean up to look at him. “You really like my ass, don't you?”

“Yes,” he moans when you buck your hips again. “It's one of my favorite things about you.”

“Oh,” you laugh. “What else?”

“Physically?”

“Sure.” you nod.

“Your tits are incredible,” he says, squeezing your breast in his right hand and sucking on your nipple. “Really nice.”

“What else?” you ask and sit up straight, gesturing to your body.

“Your thighs, your hair, your eyes, your smile, your nose.” he says, touching each body part.

“That's like...everything on my body, John.”

“Exactly, I love everything about you.” He moans quietly and places his hands on your hips, helping you bounce up and down on him. “Your hips, those are good too.”

“Fuck, you feel so good.” you squeeze your eyes shut and shiver. “And it's so hot how hard you are for me too.”

“Always, I always am.” he starts to laugh.

“I mean, even when you're doing stuff just for me, like earlier...you're still hard.”

John nods his head and reaches out to caress your cheek, “Because I love you, and pleasing you is one of my favorite things to do.”

You lean back down to kiss John, pushing your tongue into his mouth, “I can taste myself on your tongue.”

“Tastes good, doesn't it?” he nods.

“I’ll admit, I do taste pretty good,” you laugh and John pulls you back down to him. “And it's really hot how much you love it.”

John looks down at you rotating your hips on him and he lets out a loud moan that echoes throughout the room. You quickly press your hand to his mouth, freezing in place.

“Be quiet.” you laugh, still pressing your hand to his mouth.

He bucks his hips and his eyes grow wide when your breasts bounce, so he does it again and again. You quickly cross your arms over your chest and laugh when he starts to frown. You lean back and use his thighs for leverage as you roll your hips again, biting down on your lip to curb a moan.

“God, you're so wet. I did that, I made you that wet. That's amazing.” he says when he looks down to see his cock glistening with your slickness, and you watch as his eyes roll shut.

“You've been doing it for months and it still amazes you?” you laugh.

“Yeah,” he says, then looks up at you, “When was the first time I ever made you wet?”

“Oh gosh, I don't know.” you shrug and lean down, running your tongue over John's chest and nipples.

“Yes, you do.”

“Fine.” you say and sit back up, still rolling your hips, “The day I brought your mail over, that day really changed everything, didn't it?”

“It did. Thanks to me.” he smiles.

You roll your eyes playfully at John and laugh, “When we were on the couch talking, you were just staring at me – like you always do – and I looked over at you, hoping you would stop staring at me but you didn't, you just kept staring. I tried to get out of here as fast as I could. I didn’t think you were a creep or anything, you just made me really fucking nervous.”

“I remember, I wanted you to stay longer and talk some more, but you just left. And for the record, I stare at you because you're beautiful and I'm just in awe of you.” he says and intertwines his fingers with yours. “You were so nervous and you kept licking your lips too. I couldn’t help but stare, you were so cute.”

“Because I wanted to kiss you!” you laugh and lean down to kiss John. “It was hard back then to keep eye contact with you, you always made me so nervous, and seeing how handsome you were definitely didn't help. I was just looking at you and we made eye contact, and I just...”

“Just what?” he asks and closes his eyes when you roll your hips.

“I just got that ache between my legs that I always get when I'm around you. I think that was the first time I got a really good look at you. Because when we met, it was so bright and the sun was shining in my eyes. I probably looked like an idiot with my face all scrunched up because of the sun.”

“You looked cute.” he says and taps your nose. “So, you were just sitting on the couch with your panties all wet?”

You scrunch your face up and laugh, “When you say it like that...”

“Would it be bad if I said I wanted to bend you over the couch, and fuck you right then and there?” John says and you feel your stomach fill with butterflies.

“No. To be honest, I wanted you to.”

“You looked so fucking good that day.” John holds you still as he jerks his hips hard under you and you grab at his chest for support. “I won’t lie, I checked out your ass when I walked you to the door.”

“Of course you did, I knew you were.” you say, and move John's hands to cup your breasts and grab his biceps, “When I touched your arm when I was leaving...and I felt how big your arms are, my panties were soaked.”

“Yeah, I'll admit I got hard from that, your hand on me...you were so gentle and it was the first time a woman had touched me...in a long time. I was going to ask you out right then, but I had to fix myself first,” he laughs and scoots up the bed to rest against the headboard. “That's why I had to run after you down the driveway.”

“That's so hot.” you say and crash your lips to his.

John wraps his arms around your waist, and he guides you in attempt to bring you closer to completion. You breathe in deep, in and out, over and over, moaning with each other. He reaches out, rubbing his fingers against your clit and you cover your mouth as you moan loudly.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come.” Tilting your head back, you feel waves of pleasure wash over you and hear John laugh. When you look down at John, he's watching in astonishment.

“See, I can't believe this is my life.”

You buck your hips hard and grab his shoulders for support as you grind against him hard. “I can't believe this is my life.”

You bite down on your lip and John knows you're close. He scoots back down the bed and rolls on top of you, lightly pressing his hand to your mouth as you moan loudly, and he lets out a groan when you widen your legs, allowing him to move in deeper. You slowly shut your eyes as he thrusts hard several times, and you let out a string of moans that are muffled by his hand. You hear John let out a laugh again and you squint your eyes open.

“You gotta be quiet, baby.” he moves his hand off your mouth, and you grab it and bring two fingers into your mouth, sucking and licking them. “You like that? Tasting yourself on my fingers?”

“Yeah.” you nod, and John removes his fingers from your mouth and sucks on them.

He moves the hair out of your face again and gazes at you, “Tell me how you want it.”

“Harder.” you demand and John sits up a little, flicking his hair out of his face to see you.

“Happy,” he grunts so hard as he thrusts that he loses his breath. “...birthday, baby.”

Placing a pillow over your mouth to drown out the sounds of your screams of pleasure, you feel John grabbing at your chest and you tremble when you feel his tongue gliding across your nipple. Every nerve in your body is pulled so tight, you think they're going to snap.

The bed starts to creak from John's thrusts and you move the pillow to see him smiling, clearly pleased with himself. You reach out for him and he lifts you up, wrapping his arm around your waist and the other around your back, holding tight as he begins fucking you harder. The sound of skin slapping skin fills the room and you hate how much it turns you on.

“Fuck, baby...you,” he moans loudly and sloppily kissing you. “You are so fucking amazing.”

Still holding tight to you, he leans down and leaves delicate kisses everywhere. His breath is warm and his lips are tender and soft. He kisses down your shoulder, over your collar bone and you know he's making his way to your breast. You buck your hips, letting out another loud moan and you look at John as he raises his eyebrow, silently warning you to be quieter, even though he's being just as loud.

“I can't help it. You feel so good today. You always feel so good, but today...” you close your eyes, and rest your head on his shoulder. “I'm done for.”

Squeezing your legs around him tighter, you ride out your orgasm and let out another moan in the crook of his neck when you feel John coming. He plops you back down on the bed, resting his elbows on either side of you, and slowly kisses you as his fingers tangle in your hair. You swallow and let out a big breath as you tilt your head back on the pillow. He's still erect and inside of you, slowly thrusting and he moans.

“John,” you moan loudly and grab at his ass to push him back in deeper. “Fuck me, baby. More. I want more.”

John laughs breathlessly and kisses you, “Fine with me.”

You do want more, but you're overly sensitive and when you squeeze your legs shut, he starts to slip out. “Mmm.”

John leans up again to look at you and when you open your eyes, he's beaming. “Still want more?”

“Sorry, I can't.” you laugh and he leans down to kiss you. “Too sensitive right now.”

“That's okay.” he says and slowly slides out, watching you squeeze your eyes shut as you moan. “Beautiful, every single inch of you.”

“Later tonight?” you raise your eyebrows and smile as you both pant, trying your hardest to catch your breath.

“Yes, please.”

“More birthday sex. The only gift I want is…your cock.” you gesture to him dramatically. “Oh, my god, you should totally make me a mold of yourself…so I have it when you’re away.”

John looks up at you and laughs, “What?”

“Yeah, you know there’s like kits that you can buy and you…well, I don’t know what you do exactly, but…” you shrug and reach down to stroke John, “It would be a very nice gift. Honestly, if we didn’t do the book and you didn’t get me flowers, you are the only gift I would have wanted.”

“About that...” he says, and reaches across you to open the drawer on his side table and pulls out a small box. “I did get you something else. Don't be mad at me, I can't help it.”

“John!” you say and shove the box back to him. “You already spent so much time on that book, I can't take anything else. And those flowers, I know those cost you a fortune. That bouquet was huge.”

“You're not taking it, I'm giving it to you. I like spending money on you and buying you nice things, I know you didn't have all this stuff growing up, neither did I and we deserve it.”

You roll your eyes at John and start to give in when he smiles at you. “Ugh! Fine. I've liked everything you've given me so far, but let's see what kind of jewelry you bought me this time.” you open the box and see a pair of simple diamond earrings, stunning and shining bright in the light. “Holy shit.”

“You like them?” he asks and pulls the blanket over the two of you. “I saw them and thought you'd like them. I've had them for weeks, it was so hard not to give it to you right away.”

“They've just been sitting in here for weeks?”

John laughs and nods, “Yeah, you're really oblivious, which works out well for me because you literally never notice anything.”

“I do, too.” you say and frown a little, still looking at the earrings. “Okay true, I don't notice anything. You could probably cheat on me and I'd never even know.”

John hovers over you, peppering your face with kisses and he sighs, “Well, you know I'd never do that though…right?”

You look up at John and he slowly nods, trying to get you to agree. A smile spreads across your face and you lean up to kiss him. “Right.”

“Good.” he says, inches from your face and he kisses you again.

“I really like these. They're beautiful.” you run your fingers over the earrings and shove them in John’s face like he’s never seen them. “So pretty.”

“Yeah, I thought they would match your necklace and your bracelet.”

“Thank you for everything.” you say, kissing John. “Now I got a necklace, a bracelet and some earrings. You know what I'm missing though?”

“I know,” he nods and leans down to kiss you again. “A ring, I know.”

You stick your hand out in front of you, wiggling your ring finger, “It's pretty lonely and bare, Mr. Wick.”

John laughs as he takes the box from you and removes of the earrings. “Put them on.”

You sit up straight and quickly put the earrings on. “Do they look good?”

“They do,” John scoots off the bed and reaches into the pockets of his jeans and pulls out his phone. “I want a picture.”

“Nooo,” you whine and lay back down, covering your face with the pillow and after a few seconds, you peek over to see John kneeling in front of you with his phone. “No, John. We just had sex, I probably look like a mess.”

“Oh come on, you know that's not true. Please, peach.”

“Don't call me that. You know how much I like when you call me that and I'm gonna give in.” you say and your voice is muffled from the pillow. John pulls it off your face and tosses it to the side, and you cover your face with your hands.

“Let me see your face!” he says and laughs as he tries to tug your fingers away. “Please. Why are you being like this? I just want to see your face, baby.”

You remove your hands from your face, staring at him with a straight face. “Fine.”

“Well, are you gonna smile?” he slouches a little and you try to stop the smile that's spreading across your face.

“There.”

“Thank you.” he says and you know he's taking dozens of pictures. “Beautiful.”

You look down at your bare chest and laugh, “You just wanted to take pictures because you can see my boobs!”

“No, you can't.” he turns his phone to show the picture, “It's just your face.”

“Oh, whew!” you say, wiping your brow, “Your entire camera roll is just pictures of me, isn't it?”

John places his phone on the side table and shakes his head, “No.”

“You got other girlies in your phone, John?” you tease and poke at his chest.

He lets out a loud laugh and flips you on your side, spooning you. “Of course not. I only have pictures of you and Bleu on my phone. And before you, there were only pictures of Bleu and...”

“Yeah.”

Helen.

“No,” he laughs and you look over your shoulder as his cheeks turn pink. “Pictures of my car.”

You bury your face in your pillow as you gasp for air, laughing. “Typical.”

“What about you? What kind of pictures do you have on your phone?” He asks and presses a small kiss to your ear.

“Uh,” you laugh and he gets up to grab your phone from your pants.

“Show me. I know you have some good stuff on there. Probably a lot of pictures of your pretty face.” he says, pressing a kiss to your temple and handing your phone to you.

You clear your throat as unlock your phone and swipe through your pictures. “Just some pictures of Bleu and uh, quite a few of you. Me and Tess.”

“Oh, that's a good one of you and Tess. When was that?”

“Uh, I don't know. A few months ago, maybe. You can see we were bored at work. Oh! This one is one of my favorites of you. Look at your fucking face, you’re so damn sexy.” you say and look over at John, “This is the face you always make when you want me, it’s hot.”

“So, I make it all the time?” he looks over at you, giving the same exact look from the picture.

“Stop it.” you laugh and continue looking through the pictures. “I love this one too. I’ll admit, my ass looks really good.”

“Ooh, I like that one, I remember when you posted that.” he says and turns your phone, “You are so sexy, look at your ass.”

You quickly swipe when you see a picture that you took for John while he was away but never sent. “Oh, another one of you.”

“No, go back.”

“No.” you lock your phone and tuck it under your pillow, and John reaches under and grabs it. “Jonathan Wick!”

“I want to see it.” he says and flips on his right side as you climb on him trying to get your phone.

“John!” you yell and he lays flat on his stomach, hiding your phone underneath him. You straddle his back as you try to reach under him and get your phone.

“You can't even reach it.” he laughs and looks over his shoulder at you. “I'm too big compared to you.”

You try your best to reach under him, but he doesn't budge and he continues laughing.

“Well, I know something you don't know...”

“Oh, what's that?” he says, still looking over his shoulder.

“I know...” you pull the blanket down, revealing John's bare ass. “That you're ticklish on your butt.”

“Am I now?”

“Yup!” you say and lightly rub your fingers over his ass, waiting for him to squirm but he doesn't. “Okay, so maybe not there. But...” you straddle him again and kiss over his back, lifting his arms above his head. You sneak your hands into his underarms and tickle John as the two of you laugh. “I knew it! I knew you would be ticklish there.”

“Stop it.” he laughs and you move lower, tickling the back of knees, “Enough.”

John sits up and plops you back down on the bed, taking both of your wrists in his hand and pinning them above your head. “You're ticklish...”

“Am not.” you shake your head, trying your hardest not to laugh or squirm.

“Are too.” he says and his fingers trail down your stomach. He rolls you onto your side to face him and his fingers lightly graze your skin down to your ass. “Right...here. Right under your ass.”

You bury your face in his chest as you laugh and he tickles you relentlessly. “John! Stop. I'm gonna scream and wake Harper up.”

“She can't even hear us.” he says, still tickling you but moving to your stomach instead.

“Well, I'm gonna piss myself if you don't stop.” you say, still laughing hysterically to the point where tears are forming in your eyes.

He finally stops and cups your face, “Your laugh is so cute, and you scrunch your nose up when you laugh, it’s cute.”

“You get little crinkles around your eyes when you laugh and smile, cutest shit I’ve ever seen.” you say, touching the corner of John’s eye.

“You calling me old?” John jokes and you burst out laughing again as you shake your head. “I don't think I've ever told you this, but the first time I ever made you laugh...it gave me butterflies.”

“When was the first time you ever made me laugh?”

“Our first date. I told you a terrible joke and you just lost it laughing. One of my favorite memories.”

You gasp and sit up, “I remember! It was the terrible book joke!”

“What has a spine, but no bones?”

“A book.” you both say in unison and laugh.

“That really is a bad joke, Jonathan.” you lay back down and pull John down to you, “But I love you and your dumb jokes.”

“I love you too.” he says and you wrap your arms around John, trying your hardest to pull him on top of you as you spread your legs for him and he starts to laugh. “I know what you're trying to do. You're not getting your phone back.”

“Jonathan Wick! Stop it!” you try to grab your phone and he rolls over on his side again. You climb onto him again, trying to grab your phone, “Give it back.”

“No.”

“Fine.” you plop back down on the bed, curling into a ball.

“Oh, you are so dramatic.” he laughs and turns back to face you.

“Well, good luck, you don't even know my password.” you say and gasp when John unlocks it on the first try.

“Predictable.” he shakes his head and laughs, “That's cute though, our anniversary. Well, we haven't even had our one year anniversary yet. Wait...”

“Yes, it was the day we met. I consider that our anniversary, would you? Ya know, since you never actually asked me to be your girlfriend until months later.”

John looks around the room as he thinks then he nods, “Yeah, I would. I was yours the moment I met you. Well actually, even before that.”

“You are killing me today.” you reach up to cup his face and pull him in to kiss you.

John swipes through your pictures and he starts to laugh when he sees all the pictures you've been hiding from him. “Oh, my god.”

“What?” you ask and turn your phone in his hand to see a picture of you in a sheer bra. “Oh.”

John swipes through more pictures and even though he's covered by the blanket, you can see him growing hard just from looking at them. “Why haven't you sent any of these to me?”

“I don't know, I guess I didn't know if they were any good.” you shrug.

John pulls the blanket down to reveal his cock and he strokes himself a few times, “Yeah, they're good.”

“You could get off on these?” you ask and flip onto your side to face John.

“Are you kidding? Absolutely.” he swipes through more pictures and he gasps when he sees one of you pulling your panties to the side. “Definitely this one,” he starts to swipe through more and he laughs, “And this one, this one too, definitely this one of your ass.”

“Okay, okay, I get it.” you say and John continues looking at them.

“A video?” he looks at you, curiosity growing, “Why have you not sent me this?”

“Do not push play.” you say and John, of course, does and he moans when he sees you pull your shirt off and caress your breasts. “God.”

“You are unreal, baby. You keep surprising me, you know that?” he says and leans down to kiss your forehead.

“How long is this video?” you say, covering your face with your hands.

John's right hand travels under the blanket and peeking from behind your hand, you see him stroking himself under the blanket.

“Fuck.” he whispers and he pulls the blanket up a little, eyes darting back and forth between his cock and the video.

“Jonathan!” you say and move the blanket off of him. “Are you really doing this right now?”

“I can't help it. You're so sexy.” he says, still stroking himself but staring at you instead.

“How about I help you?” you suggest and move his hand so you can stroke him a few times. You lean up and wrap your lips around his cock, slowly sliding him into your mouth.

“Oh, my god...” John moans and buries his hand in your hair, helping you bob up and down.

You pull him back out and run your tongue over the tip of his cock, sucking him again before finally laying back down, “Yeah, you're definitely gonna get it tonight.”

He laughs and crawls back on top of you, “Please send those pictures to me, oh, and the video.”

“Well, I really should just delete them. What if someone stole my phone?”

“They'd be in for a treat.” he says and flips you over so he can spoon you.

“I don't want some stranger lookin' at me.”

“Yeah, you're right. I don't like the idea either. Don't delete them, just make sure not to get your phone stolen, because this...” his hands explore your body and he leans close to your ear, “This is all mine. How about you send them to me? I want to have them, I can look at you when I'm away.”

“Yeah, but then you won't wanna facetime with me anymore.”

“Yes, I will. Are you kidding me? Facetiming is much better than any picture or video, but sometimes you're so tired when I call you because it's so late, and I don't want to bother you.” he says, pressing his lips to your ear.

“You really wanna jack off after you’ve spent the whole day tracking someone down and killing them?”

“I don’t think you realize how sexy you are. I try not to think about you when I’m working though.” he runs his hands over thigh and up to your breast, “You’re very distracting.”

“You don’t think about me when you’re working?”

John laughs and shakes his head, “I try not to. Sorry.”

“Oh, no, I’m not like offended or anything.” you laugh and turn around to face John.

“Sometimes I do think about you though,” John looks up at you and frowns a little. “You help me push through. The thought of you at home waiting for me helps a lot, and then I push through everything because I need to get back to you.”

You give John a weak smile and sigh, “I hate the thought of me just sitting at home, watching a movie and eating popcorn while you’re out there…bleeding, tired and scared.”

“Oh no, I’m never scared.” he laughs and leans down to kiss you, “Remember, I’m very good at my job.”

“Cocky.”

“Confident.” he says and wraps his arms around you.

You laugh and close your eyes, listening to John breathing and after a few minutes, you reach for the baby monitor to check on Harper.

“Is she still asleep?”

“Yup.” you say, feeling John's beard on your shoulder as he nuzzles into the crook of your neck.

The two of you lay there watching Harper sleep and John kisses your shoulder, “Hey, about last night...”

“I don't want you to quit your job. Not for me.” you place the baby monitor back on the side table and look at John. “I told you that months ago.”

“You'd be okay with me leaving you alone with a baby for weeks at a time?”

“Oh, please. The longest you've been gone is two weeks.” you laugh and lean closer to kiss John. “I think I could handle two weeks on my own, and I have Tess and Jimmy too, so it’s not like I’m completely alone.”

“What if I got hurt, like badly hurt and couldn’t come home for a few more weeks?” he whispers and tucks your hair behind your ear, “What if I died? You'd have to take care of a baby on your own.”

“You could die now and I’d be left alone, don’t you ever think about that?”

John sighs deeply and nods, “Every time I’m gone.”

“Also, I thought you were confident about your job.”

“I am.” he says, nodding.

“You really think you could stay away from me for weeks? Even if you’re hurt? Impossible.” you say and John laughs.

“That’s true, I’d walk all the way home if I had to.” John frowns and rubs his thumb over your cheek, “But what if--”

“What if I died during childbirth? You'd have to take care of a baby on your own. Hell, I could get in a car crash tomorrow and die.” you say, watching his eyes grow wide.

“Don't.” his voice is firm, and his eyes grow sad. “I don't want to think about that.”

“I'm sorry. I...I didn't mean to, I'm sorry.”

John sighs and closes his eyes, leaning his forehead against yours. You push him on his back and hover over him, his hand automatically travelling down to cup your ass.

“Listen, it doesn't matter. John, you need to learn to live in the moment. Stop thinking ten steps ahead – I know, it's because of your job, but just...live in the moment. Live in the moment with me. We'll cross that bridge when we get there – if we get there.” you lay back down, nuzzling into his chest. “Just be in this moment with me.”

“Okay.” John's index finger and thumb are on your chin, pulling your gaze to his. “I just want you to know...I would be willing to leave that life behind for you...and our future kids.”

“I know, John.” you wrap your arm around John’s chest and hug him tighter, “I know.”

#john wick x reader #john wick x you #john wick imagine #fic: hold my hand #sure hope everyone likes this

[dummerjan]

got my fucking period today and i am just seething with rage right now i am so fucking annoyed by every little thing, have zero patience and want to scream i’d rather be a weepy mess curled up in bed i have to walk the dog and i can already see myself hissing and recoiling at the sunshine similar to a vampire i hope i have calmed down by tomorrow because i have to be social in quite stressful situations for me

#meins #at least i am too rage filled to feel dysphoric #but i do feel a certain urge to ram a knife into my lower stomach and just go to town on it

[hugsfromdad]

Thank you.

Im ending this whirlwind of a day with a smile on my face and in my heart... And i didn't think that would be possible today.

But you all, my incredible kids, did that for me.

Thank you.

Thank you, anons(and no longer anon😉) for the messages and the love and support and acceptance you all showed me.

Thank you for letting me vent and be vulnerable and share the darkest parts of me that I detest.

Thank you for letting be flawed and human and still loved.

Thanks for putting up with and choosing this weepy, sappy dad to scroll past, ask questions to, listen to his ted talks, follow along with, and completely change the life of.

I love you so fucking much and please know that you are the reason I am able to smile and fall asleep without a heavy heart tonight.

I honestly have no clue how i got so lucky to have collected the most amazing family and have built such an amazing home(blog) on this hellish wasteland that is this site. Im honored and promise to keep doing the best that I can and learning and growing as much as i can.

I love you all.

Have this photo i took tonight of a really flawed, messed up, human, but happy and at peace dad:

This feels like the most honest photo I've ever taken.

Love you all.

Sending you hugs and love and gratitude of the highest measure,

-dad💕

#gay dad

[canaryatlaw]

alright, it’s getting late and I want to make it to church in the morning so I should get writing. today was pretty good. I set my alarm for 10 am to see how things were playing out, it was supposed to thunderstorm today but it was unclear when it would actually start, but when I got up the weather forecast said it wouldn’t start till 3 pm so we had some time. So I messaged Jess and arranged our plans to get brunch and go from there. So we met up in a few and wen to the vegetarian place. it was funny, apparently our normal waitress who has our orders memorized was in the bathroom when we came in so we had a new one and she like put the menus on the table and we were just like “oh we know what we want” lol and then our normal waitress came out and was like “I heard you had to actually tell them your orders, I’ll do my best to not be in the bathroom when you get here in the future” and it was funny and cute. Brunch was good as always, afterwards we walked back to my apartment and looked up the episodes of the korean reality tv show they have going on now that different versions of pop up a lot focused around a competition to form a boy band, and one of the band members we like was serving as a judge, which was funny because he used to be a contestant on one of them. so we had to watch him judge and it was pretty damn funny. once that was done we debated what we wanted to watch next, the BTS concert in London was about to start and there was a livestream for it, but it was like $13 just to see the concert and we ain’t about that so we ended up finding somebody livestreaming the livestream and watching from there lol. The feed was pretty good, it went out a few times but it was only for like 30 seconds or so and not on any important songs so it wasn’t a big deal. It’s the same concert we saw here of course, but it was cool to see it from a different perspective because our perspective was somewhat limited due to our (awesome but slightly inconvenient) seats, whereas this was right from the camera they’re always singing towards so it was very up close. I’m sure they appreciated not having to do the concert in the rain, lol. the stadium was also fucking huge, and was totally sold out- we looked it up and it had a seating capacity of fucking 90,000, where the giant ass football stadium we have in Chicago is only 60,000, so that’s kinda nuts, and they have a whole other concert tomorrow to do as well. Crazy. But yeah, it was enjoyable to watch, we got to see the one boy “fly” on a harness thing during his solo song which he didn’t do at the show we were at because it was fucking raining and that seemed like a very BAD idea, so that was cool to see. I was also feeling kinda soft about one of the boys I previously wasn’t very into but some really shitty stuff happened recently with him (it’s a long story, but basically during a performance he collided with like the groups best dancer and then when they were doing a Q&A the interviewer asked who the best dancer was and asked the audience, and then right after asked who the worst one was and they all said this guy, and he was like, visibly upset on camera and it was really bad, the best dancer went live later and was like “I was the one who messed that up, it was totally on me he didn’t do anything wrong” and then apparently was telling the other guy they were getting lots of “hearts” on the livestream and he was like “they’re not for me” so when they had their concert in Brazil last weekend some fans decided to be super awesome and cut out literally thousands of paper hearts for everyone in the audience to hold up during his solo song and like, it was so emotional and seeing his reaction was beautiful, and he looked so much happier this week) and it just made me feel very soft about all of it. The best dancer I just referred to actually had been kinda sick and his voice cracked during a song last week and he like, full on cried on stage about it and it was bad, and then again today he cracked and got really upset and it was difficult because he’s the only one with the range to hit the high notes so they can’t really give it to anybody else, so they ended up having to get another guy to do it down the octave and you could tell he was really upset and I was just like NOOO STOP DON’T CRY but he’s like generally considered the most popular and lovable member so I’m sure he knows how loved he is. So that was fun. Once it was over we went to get ice cream since we didn’t end up getting any yesterday, then headed back home and started the “Always Be My Maybe” movie on netflix while we ordered dinner from the ramen place and ate that. It was yet to rain yet and they kept pushing it back in the forecast, but it looked like it might start around 7 and Jess wanted to walk back before that for obvious reasons, so she ended up heading home when we had like half an hour left in the movie, so we’ll have to finish that at some point. Once she left I put on an episode of Friends from netflix as background noise while I took care of myself, then started watching the other big thing that had been livestreamed today, which was the funeral of Rachel Held Evans, who you might remember me mentioning last month was the Christian author who died suddenly at a very young age and it was a huge blow to the progressive Christian community because she helped so many people. I knew I was going to end up crying for a lot of it but I still wanted to watch it and honor her memory. From the beginning I was a mess, as soon as they were leading the coffin down the aisle and behind it was her husband with their two babies, holding the hand of their 3 year old boy and holding his daughter, who just turned 1 and can’t even walk yet, and seeing that of course made me really emotional. The entire service was done so well, it’s somewhat of a faith tradition I’m not super familiar with because after leaving the evangelical church she ended up finding home in an Episcopalian church, which I’ve had very limited exposure to, so that was interesting to see, and so much of it was just so very beautiful, from the eulogies to the hymns and the sermon, all a gathering of the people she made sure were invited to the table, with thousands watching along, many of whom credit her with saving their faith. Honestly it’s hard to overestimate the impact she had on my shifting from evangelical circles to more progressive ones, she was pretty much the first major Christian figure that boldly and fully embraced a LGBTQ-affirming doctrine and it made a massive impact on the community. The argument I now use with evangelical Christians when the subject comes up is one that was inspired by her writing (basically, the bible says “you will know them by their fruit” and the way the church has treated LGBTQ people has borne nothing but suffering, suicide, and people walking away from the church, and that is BAD fruit no matter which was you slice it- whereas an affirming doctrine brings together joy and life and community and a major decrease in suicides, especially among young LGBTQ folks. It’s an argument nobody has been able to refute thus far) which I’ve used so many times and it very truly uses scripture to back up an affirming doctrine. I know I’m basically ranting at this point but like, she was just so important to so many people and it’s such a tragedy that she’s gone at only 37 when we could’ve had so many more years of her beautiful writing and thoughts that we will never get now, and two little babes who are going to grow up without a mother. God I’m emotional. And like, the people putting on the service were all close friends who were incredibly diverse (the main sermon was given by Rev. Nadia Bolz-Weber, an ordained woman of color who is absolutely dynamic and game changing in her theology) and it was all just so beautiful to see. And of course there were the old hymns that I really have such a soft spot for, so I really enjoyed those and definitely sang along for most of them. So yeah, it was beautiful and lovely and so deserving for the amazing woman she was. Once I was done with that I randomly turned on “Anthony Bourdain: Parts Unknown” which was really good and I actually ended up crying at that too because I’m a super weepy baby today apparently. I watched like an episode and a half of that before starting to get ready for bed, and now I am here. I NEED to make it to church in the morning because it’s been way too long since I’ve gone, which requires waking up in t-minus 7 hours, so now would be a good time to go to sleep, so that is what I will be doing. Goodnight babes. Hope you had an awesome Saturday.

#daily journal #June 2019 #Jess tag #Rachel Held Evans

[edxwin-elric]

Banished

Rating: T

Pairing: Edwin/Edward Elric x Winry Rockbell

Disclaimer: I don’t own Fullmetal Alchemist.

Word Count: 1622

Title: Banished

Description: Edwin One Shot

Edward is tiptoeing around Winry who is having a rough day.

A/N: Request by anon. #9 – “You can’t banish me! This is my bed, too!” from this prompt list. Comments are always appreciated. Enjoy!

ffn || ao3

Edward

She’s crying again.

Internally, I wince and continue rubbing the dishrag over the plate in my hand. The sound of her sobs and hiccups kills me, but whatever is upsetting her isn’t my fault. I swear. I didn’t do anything. When I got up, she was like this—moody and irritable. That is, until I asked if she’d made coffee. At that, she burst into tears.

I didn’t know what to do, but I tried to talk to her, calm her down. She shoved me away and yelled at me to leave her alone. So that’s what I’m doing. I went outside and worked on the fence I’m putting up. Aside from lunch, which I made myself, I’ve stayed out of her way.

Dinner was uncomfortable. She cooked noodles with her special sauce, but she must’ve forgotten something because it tasted…less than favorable. I started to ask about it but…she started crying into her plate. For no reason.

I’m a little concerned, actually. But what am I supposed to do? She’s never had mood swings like this. Nor has she been so uncontrollably weepy. I’m at a loss. She could be getting sick. God, I hope that’s not it. Winry is a wreck when she’s not feeling well, and she’s already overbooked on automail orders. She’ll beat herself up if she falls behind.

I set the plate in the cabinet and toss the rag on the counter before taking a deep breath and going into the living room.

“Winry?” I start carefully. “Are you feeling–”

“I’m fine, Ed,” she cuts me off, looking up at me with a frown. “Quit asking me that.”

“Right.” I nod and rub the back of my neck, glancing at the stairs. “Well, I’m going up to bed… Are you coming?”

“In a minute,” she answers, her voice suddenly weary.

Her entire body looks ready to crumple, and there’s a tremor in her hand when she reaches up to brush her bangs out of her eyes. Her bloodshot, puffy eyes. Fuck. I hate whatever this is. And I hate being helpless.

“Actually, I’m going to shower first,” I tell her quietly. “I’ll see you in a bit.”

“Yeah.”

I’m hesitant to leave her alone. She was in the house all day with Den, but when I peeked into her workroom, it didn’t look like she’d gotten much done. Not that I can really tell. Honestly, I think she might’ve just slept all day until she needed to make food.

Maybe I should call Granny to come check her out. Just to be safe. Though, with the way she’s been biting my head off today, she’d probably throw a wrench at me for even suggesting she see a doctor.

I shower quickly and shut off the water before pulling back the curtain to get a towel. I jump when I see her standing at the sink.

“Winry!” I sputter. “Next time knock or something!” I grab the towel off the bar and wrap it around my waist. “How long have you been in here?”

“A few minutes,” she whispers without looking up, and my stomach drops. “I was going to say something.”

“Hey…” I take a small step toward where she’s tightly gripping the sides of the sink. Her head is bowed, making her hair hang down in the bowl. “Are you okay?”

“Oh my God, Ed!” she snaps, her head whipping around. “Would you quit asking me that! I’m fine! I just… I…” Her anger dissolves into tears, and I clench my jaw as she wraps her arms around her stomach. “I don’t…”

“It’s okay, Winry.” I reach out to put my hand on her shoulder, but she twists away.

“I told you I’m f-fine,” she sniffles.

“But–”

“I’m going to bed.” She turns and scurries out of the room, her shaking hands wiping at her face.

What in the actual fuck is going on?

I dry off grumpily. I don’t know what’s up with my wife, but I’m pissed as hell. Not at her, necessarily, but just this whole damned situation. I hate seeing Winry in pain, but especially when I can’t do anything about it. This is a fucking nightmare.

I throw the towel over the shower rod and walk across the hall to our room. It’s dark inside, so I shut the door quietly and pad over to the bed. When my eyes adjust, I see Winry is curled up on her side, so I get in slowly in case she’s already asleep. I’m fixing the sheets, when her tired voice pipes up.

“Ed, are you naked?”

“Uh…yeah?” I glance down at myself under the sheet and then over at her. “Why?”

“Why?” she repeats softly. “Why?” She rolls over in a huff and glares at me.

“Yes. Why?” I frown. “I always sleep naked.” At least, I have since our wedding night. “Is that a problem?”

She blinks at me in the dark before her face contorts.

“That’s it,” she tells me with a trembling voice, as if she’s struggling to control her rage. “Get out.”

“What?” I jerk back.

“You’re banished. From the bed. Now go.”

“Winry, you can’t banish me,” I growl at her, my irritation leaking out. “This is my bed, too!”

“Edward, I’m serious. Go sleep on the couch!”

“The couch?” I sit up and frown at her. “What the hell? Because I’m naked?”

“Yes!”

“Okay. What the fuck? I don’t–”

“Does it look like I want to have sex tonight?” she interrupts me, cutting a hand down her front.

I look her over and take in her oversized t-shirt and shorts.

“So?” I feel my brow furrow. “We don’t have to have sex. Just go to sleep.”

“I can’t!” she hisses. “Because you’re naked. And I–”

“You’ve seen me naked plenty of times, Winry. Why is it a big deal now? Are you on your period? What’s–”

“No!” she cries over me. “It’s not that!”

“Then what?” I glare at her. “Tell me what is going on. Why are you acting like this?”

“Because!” she screams, and I see her eyes start shining with tears. “Because I…”

“What?”

“It’s…I don’t know.” She shakes her head slowly and closes her eyes. “Ed, I’m scared…”

I watch the fight drain out of her as she ducks her head. I reach out and put my hands on her shoulders, and her hands come up, resting on my chest.

“What’s going on, Winry? Talk to me.”

“I’m…”

“You’re what?” I urge gently, sliding my hands around her back. “You said you were scared. What are you scared of?”

Her forehead drops to my collarbone, and I feel her words come out in puffs against my skin.

“I’m pregnant.”

My heart stutters in my chest, and I freeze.

“Ed?” She looks up slowly, and I realize my mouth is hanging open.

“You’re… You are?” I swallow. “You’re pregnant?”

She nods, and new tears slip down her cheeks.

“Is that…” I take a quick breath. “Is that why you’ve been…”

“Such a mess?” she finishes softly.

“Well…yeah.”

“Partly.” She nods. “I didn’t how to tell you. And…well my hormones are out of control.”

That explains the mood swings.

“I’m sorry about snapping at you. And all the crying.” She leans back, and I use my thumbs to wipe her face.

“Winry…”

“I only started suspecting a week ago, but…I’m pretty sure.”

“Okay.” I nod. “Okay. Yeah.”

“I was going to wait until I was positive. But…” She takes a shallow breath. “I wanted to tell you, but then I… If it turns out I’m not… I didn’t want you to think…”

“Fuck, Winry.”

“I started stressing out about it. I didn’t sleep well last night, and then this morning I just felt so crabby…”

“I noticed. Anything I said seemed to upset you,” I mutter.

“Well, you don’t have to be mean about it,” she chokes, her face crumpling with new tears.

Shit.

“I just… Winry, I didn’t mean…”

She buries her face in my neck, and I sigh, holding her close. Her crying jag lasts a few minutes, until I settle us down into the bed and cover her in the sheets.

“I don’t know why I’m so sensitive,” she murmurs when she finally calms down again. “I know you weren’t being mean, but I…”

“Shh.” I press my lips to her forehead. “You need to sleep.”

“Are you happy, Ed?” She looks up at me. “I mean…about the baby?”

“Over the moon,” I tell her honestly, stroking her cheek. “A little surprised, maybe. But yeah. I’m very happy.”

“I…I just…”

“Sleep, Winry.” I tuck her face back into my chest and start rubbing her back.

Today was a rollercoaster, and as thrilled and stunned as I am by her news, she has to be exhausted. I wait until I feel her breathing even out before I roll onto my back. She moves with me, her cheek pressing against my pec, her arm curling around my abs. When she’s settled, I look up at the ceiling. I feel her soft breaths sliding over my skin, and I let out a slow one of my own.

I’m going to have a kid. With Winry. We’re going to be fucking parents.

I’m going to be a father.

I take a second to let that sink in before I look down at her, my hand resting on her small back.

God. I’m so lucky.

I feel a smile tug at my lips as I lean down and kiss her hair. She makes a cute sleeping noise and shifts so her head is against my shoulder. Then I fall asleep with my adorable, pregnant wife in my arms.

So fucking lucky.

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[blazingtheway]

Through the Looking Glass – Storyline 8 – Together - Part Three

Continuing on from...

↬ Embry Call ↫ Letting #Seth do most of the talking was a good call. People responded to him… I had issues keeping the arsehole tone out of my voice when I was dealing with people that clearly knew they were in the wrong. It wasn’t a secret that tribal land all across this country was not to be trespassed on. I could tell from the accents they were from in-state and Washington had its fair share of native land. It made it difficult to be friendly. This was something #Seth never struggled with, and there was this aura about him that made it almost impossible to be intimidated by him or tell him no. We helped the trio pack up their camp. The guy even started chatting to #Seth as they took down the tent. One of the girls watched me put out the fire and remove the rocks they had ringed it with. “We honestly didn’t realise we were intruding. But at least now we know right.” I glanced up at her as I covered over the shallow fire pit with dirt and shook my head. “Right… the ten ‘no camping’ signs didn’t give you a clue?” I tried to make it sound like I was teasing. I mostly failed and she blushed. “What about the warnings about bears? Missed those too?” She cleared her throat and turned to start packing away the food they had brought, and I heard a soft sniffle. Fuck sake! Really? “We were just looking for a… I don’t know… a spiritual experience.” She tried very hard not to sound upset. I stood and had a look at what she was packing away. “With pre-packed meat and beer?” I chuckled; shaking my head I crouched at the other side of the cooler across from her and started to help. “Look… I get it. But your Spirits don’t live here. I know most people that believe in any kind of higher power think it’s everywhere. But for us it’s here, it’s in our land, it’s in our people. These woods are the home of our ancestors, the ones that guide us and lead us forward, without letting us forget our past. It may seem small when you look at it on a map, but it’s all we have. And to us, it’s everything.” She nodded and still seemed upset, but not in a self-pitying way anymore. She looked up at me with green eyes and whispered. “I’m sorry… We didn’t understand. But thank you…” She forced a smile. “For not letting us get eaten by bears.” She giggled a little. I laughed and closed the cooler. #Seth was already leaving the campsite with a load of stuff and the other girl. The guy stood there and glared at me with similar green eyes; she moved away to gather up her own belongings in a backpack that was clearly bought specifically for this trip. “Stay away from my sister.” He said quietly with a glare that was so weak it was funny. “I’ll consider myself warned.” The weepy thing never really did it for me. But I couldn’t help myself; I smiled at her and reached out to take the backpack for her. “That’s heavy… you won’t manage both.” She said pointing to the cooler in my hand. “I’m sure I will.” I turned to her brother. “I can take yours too if you like?” He just grunted... I took it as a firm No. Of course, I carried both easily while the green-eyed girl told me all about their plan to travel to historic sites all along the coast. I only kind of listened. She was unburdened by baggage, so she kept up with me as I walked back at a human-friendly pace. The brother struggled behind us. I spotted Seth at the car with the other girl and my curiosity got the better of me, I had to know… but her eyes were a pale grey. Not in an unattractive way, but she was blonde. Of course, that wasn’t a bad thing… if you liked blondes. And by the look on the brother's face; he really liked blondes. “All set?” #Seth asked and I nodded. It wasn’t, the campsite was a mess still, but one of the pups would finish the job when there wasn’t a chance of them being found there by humans, butt naked. The blonde climbed into the driver seat of the Leaf when #Seth told her to follow us in the Jeep to Second Beach. The green-eyed girl climbed in next to her and he sat in the back. Best friends on a whirlwind tour of the Olympic Peninsula and he was the

obligatory male companion… with a huge crush on the sister’s best friend. So predictable. I did so enjoy these subtle insights into the human psyche. Spirits… who was I kidding? I lived for them! ↬ Leah Clearwater ↫ ‘It won’t take much to turn the place around.’ #Mac looked towards the clock. ‘Seth said he would be back as soon as he was done with his morning. And as you can see, we’ve been slowly moving things around as we got an idea from Tony here of what the layout could look like.’ I stood with my arms crossed over my chest following #Mac and #Tony about the floor of the bar as they spoke of how and what we should change. I was fully aware of the things moving in and around the bar over the last week or so, but I didn’t question it. the guys were always up to one thing or another. But I should have guessed something was coming, because this was their trade mark move. It’s how the pool tables had shown up too. “How will we make sure that the stage doesn’t take away from the area we could do with for customers on busy nights? I wasn’t expecting a stage, that’s floor space.” Again, my glance was following them. ‘Well, I have a rolling stage that we could bring in. but that’s a little more expensive, also it would mean that you would need to keep moving the equipment around. In the long run maybe that’s something you may want to invest in. But for now, while you try it out and see if this works for you?’ #Tony walked over to the pool tables at the far end of the bar. ‘Why not move these closer together, off set them and then we can build the stage back here facing the bar at an angle?’ It was a good idea, using space that had remained dead for the most part once the pool tables were in full use. ‘Also, over to this side here, you may want to set up a poster wall. For the bands to use and we could always set up the merch tables here next to the stage?’ #Tony was in full flow now, moving around the bar. His hands flying left and right the ideas started to bubble and flow out of him. ‘Bands? Poster wall? Merch table?’ #Mac glanced from #Tony and then to me. “Yes, your friend Tony here has been coming up with ideas.” Nodding my chin towards him. “He thinks we could have live bands come and play sets.” I told #Mac, moving to sit on top of a table by the side where the two of them were running around in the middle of their ‘creativity’. ‘That’s a brilliant idea. Why didn’t Seth and I think of that?’ #Tony stopped; his chest doubled in size from the praise #Mac just gave. I could see now that he really was a kind hearted person. A little aloof, but harmless. I jumped down from the table when the guys started to move the last of the tables and chairs to clear out the area, we asked the cleaning crew to work on the open space to polish the floors because it was all empty right now as we started to bring in the equipment in from the truck. “Mac, you need to go and measure up the space in there.” I pointed back over my shoulder towards the bar when I stepped out of the main door half way out into the parking lot. ‘I will once we got all this down Lee’. He said, as I took a hold of his shoulder shaking my head. “If you go and do it now, we will be ready to go once this is all unloaded.” #Mac didn’t look happy about it, but finally he left to go inside. But it was the big smiling face of #Tony looking at me when I turned back towards the truck that made my eyebrows raise. ‘I saw what you did there.’ #Tony passed me down two parts of the stage, I could have carried more. But he was taking it ‘easy’ on me. “Don’t know what you are talking about.” I scoffed grabbing the sides and lifting them up. Acting as though it was heavy for me. ‘I know Mac’s back is giving him issues. And that’s you taking care of him. He said you and your brother are special people to him.’ I froze at the mention of ‘special’. #Mac knew nothing of the Spirit Warriors, he just knew that we have a tight knit friends’ group. ( Friends was used loosely ), because #Mac knew me well enough to know I didn’t do friends much. But

he never once questioned me or #Seth. We had been friends for long enough for him to know that I didn’t really ask questions, and I by the Spirits didn’t really answer them. “Get a move on Tony, we got a load to do in there.” I gave him a smirk and went back to work. ↬ Embry Call ↫ We drove past the bar on the way to Second Beach and #Seth was glued to the window. ‘Yes!!’ he bellowed. ‘Almost forgot that was coming today.’ His outburst made me look closer, seeing a truck at the #HWH wasn’t a new thing, it was a business… they got deliveries. But this wasn’t a booze truck. “What the hell is Tony doing here?” I put my gaze back on the road, checking the rear-view mirror to make sure the Leaf was still back there. ‘You’ll see.’ #Seth grinned. ‘Wait… Who’s Tony?’ “The guy from the music store in PA… That’s his truck.” Well, it was the stores, but his mother never drove it. ‘Oh! Why am I not shocked you know him?’ #Seth laughed that contagious laugh of his. “I’ve been going to that store all my life. Of course, I know him.” I goaded him right back. ‘I thought you only started playing the guitar when you were a teenager?’ #Seth looked at me curiously and I chewed my bottom lip. I really hadn’t thought that one through. “My mom always played the piano though.” I corrected, but not too quickly. “She always bought her music there.” ‘Oh!! Right… Yeah, I guess… Forks doesn’t really have a place does it?’ I just shook my head and kept driving. It wasn’t much further to the Second Beach parking lot. #Seth went to sweet talk the lady in the tourism office into waiving the permit fee for the bonfire and the tent… which added up to whooping ten dollars. But the girls seemed overtly grateful. When he came back, I spread out the map over the hood of the Leaf and stood very close to the Blonde, just to piss off the brother, and pointed out a few places they should visit while they were here. #Seth drew a big red circle around the bar, of course, and I let her know the only place locally she could charge her Barbie dream car. She gave me a flirty smile and I stepped away. “Sorry we can’t help you get your stuff to the beach, but the trail isn’t too long. Just try to stay on it this time. We really need to get going.” I winked at the girls and headed back to the Jeep. I pulled out as fast as I could, I wanted to get back to the pups, though I was sure #Billy would have called one of the OG crew to go and check on them, even from Sam’s pack. “Do you want to just jump out at the bar; I can have one of the pups drive your truck over?” I asked him knowing he should have been free and clear by now. ‘No bro’, I’ll go back with you and make sure the kids are behaving.’ He said dutifully. But I could see he was excited by whatever was happening there. “Seriously… Just go to work… The next shift will be coming on now anyway.” ‘If you’re sure.’ #Seth beamed that smile of his. ‘That would be great. But don’t let the pups drive my truck. You can drive it and let one of the pups drive this piece of crap.’ “Hey!” I rolled my eyes and punched him in the arm, light… for a wolf at least . But knew I didn’t really mind who drove this thing, nobody would dare damage my pride and joy. “Lay off the Jeep! She’s done right by me for a long time!” I dropped #Seth at the bar, but I couldn’t stop to say hello to Tony. I really needed to check on my run. “Tell Tony I said hey and if he is still around later on when I swing by with the truck, I’ll drop in.” I left #Seth with Mom’s beeper since I was going to be heading right back to him; I knew it was unlikely it would beep in the short time it would take to do the handover. But there was no way I could just leave it in my car. I headed to the closest forest trail; to a spot I knew would be a good place to pull in and disappear into the woods far enough to strip and re-join the pack.

↬ Leah Clearwater ↫ ‘This is the hardest part; the stage needs to be laid out the way you want it. And then we can click it all into place and add the safety catches to it.’ #Tony and #Mac was on a roll. With me working on one side, and them to the other, they had moved the stage about four times by now. “In the name of the Spirits. If you both don’t make your mind up soon, I will smack you up the side of your heads with a part of this bloody stage.” I growled at them. The first placing was too small for what they envisioned for the bar, the second was offset too far and #Tony said it would impact the sound and the way it would move and be heard across the room. The third was too big and #Mac didn’t think we would pass health and safety checks. And the fourth... I have no idea; I’d stopped listening to them both gushing by then. I stood with a stage square in my hands when the cleaning crew said their goodbyes. ‘It’s all looking good guys; I’ll be sure to tell all the girls. We’d so be up for a music night.’ The younger of the two called out. #Tony dropped his part of the stage and went running up with one of his fliers to hand to her. He whispered but I could hear every word. ‘Uhm, thanks, I mean, it would be great to see you.. Here, take my flier, you can find me on my socials.’ I cleared my throat. He was rambling and only the spirits knew why I had the urge to help him. “Get back to work Tony. Thanks ladies, see you tomorrow.” I nodded my head as a goodbye, and #Mac waved the ladies out. But instead of getting back to work, my head stayed on the door as his scent grew stronger. ‘Who missed me?’ #Seth came running in the door. Moving to the side he held the doors open for the ladies to leave, and then he bee lined it over to us. ‘Wow I can’t believe I nearly forgot today was the day.’ He was rubbing his hands together in total excitement. #Mac introduced #Seth to #Tony, and the two clicked right away, joking, and chatting animatedly. ‘Oh, before I forget. Call said Hi, and that he would see you if you were still around later?’ #Seth told him. I moved to the far side where I had been working before, my eyes still on the men. Of course, I should have guessed it. If #Tony and his mom were the only music store in Port, of course Call would know him. ‘Yeah, we still have a lot to get on with here so I guess I may see him. This place really is a who’s who. I did know that Mac and ↬ Embry Call ↫ were from the same place, but I didn’t guess you all knew one another.’ I had to hide my smirk, because I could see that look in #Tony’s eyes at first seeing my kid brother, he was tall, handsome with boyish looks. His smile was one that got the girls to stop in their tracks. And #Tony wanted to drink the water of our Rez. Yeah, like it was the water in this place that made us who we were. ↬ Embry Call ↫ I didn’t hear #Jared’s voice as soon as I phased, not until the others started calling to me and I saw his wolf in the usual clearing, through their eyes. The Pups had already replayed the scene for him and from what I could tell he had phased before we had the campsite cleared. He watched them as they took care of the fire pit and the campsite; the way we would have if we weren’t in such a hurry to just get them out of there. #Jared was going to be taking the next run, so it hadn’t been too much of a bother for him to come on duty a little earlier than planned. He had sent my pups on the final sweep while #Seth and I settled the townies in and put them where they belonged. The rest of the next patrol started to show up in the clearing just as I arrived there too. There was nothing I really needed to tell him now that the campsite was cleared. Everything was how it should be again. I had one of the younger ones agree to go wait for me at #Billy’s, since my clothes and Jeep were now nowhere near where they would normally be. I knew I was a creature of habit when it came to certain things. But something like this shouldn’t bother me like it was today. I took moderate comfort in the fact that I was

always the first up at home… That if I didn’t wake #Quil in the morning he’d be late for work. “Shit! Did Quil get to work this morning?” I thought to myself, but I was still connected to the pups that hadn’t reached which spot was the most convenient for them to phase away from prying eyes. The pups all chortled in my head. “You’ll be in the dog house if he didn’t.” “Uh oh! The Wife won’t be happy!” “Is that the D-word I smell?” “Who gets the house if they split? Can we still party there?” I just laughed and shook my head as I slowed to a walking pace near where I had left my clothes. “Don’t worry kids! In the event of a divorce, your mommy and I have a plan in place!” I laughed and they all shut up, shuddering at the reference to #Quil as their mommy. “Way to make it weird, ‘Bry!” “Hey! You had your fun and I had mine!” I smirked as I phased back onto two legs and pulled my clothes on; they smelled slightly of the forest; I hadn’t stopped to stuff them in a backpack this time. Not that it was a big deal; all I had to do was drop off the truck then I could head home to shower. The Pup waited for me at #Billy’s as I had said. He had already told the Chief the whole story, twice by the look of mild, yet patient irritation on the man’s face. I tossed the kid the keys to the jeep and his face dropped. “Why can’t I drive #Seth’s truck?” He griped. “Ask #Seth when we get there.” I laughed and greeted the Chief before we excused ourselves and drove the two vehicles back to the bar. I shot #Seth a text to let him know I was coming. ↬ Leah Clearwater ↫ #Seth had come to help on my side, I was glad he arrived when he did. Within ten minutes, he’d shown #Tony how he thought it would be best to angle the stage and use up all the back space. Without telling anybody, #Seth had in the past week checked in with Health and Safety to see what we could and couldn’t do. ‘I knew it would be the first call you would have made Sis, so. You know, before you start stressing.’ Which he laughed at as he said it because 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨wasn’t how I dealt with crap. I always got my head down and just got on with it. Once the other two were busy with their side of the stage, in a low voice #Seth filled me in on the morning run, and what he and ↬Embry Call ↫had to do. My eyebrows pulled together as I listened, but at the same time I was sure not to let on that anything was up. I found that #Tony kept looking up and towards me as I was working, but it wasn’t in an uncomfortable way. More of that ‘𝙄𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙠𝙖𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝙡𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙧’ look I was used to getting from men. “Finally!” making a face as I got up from the ground, stretching my back out, not because it was hurting or sore. But because it was the human thing to do after you spent half an hour on your hands and knees clipping a bloody stage together. ‘Are you okay Leah? Maybe you should rest up and let us do the last parts?’ Okay I had to give the guy some credit, #Tony was looking up from the other side of the stage again. My first reaction would have been to kick his arse from here to Seattle. But it was that look in his eyes, it was of genuine concern and worry. “Chill out man, I got this and the rest. I just like making a show of it for these arses to feel bad for me.” I was pointing over my shoulder to #Seth who knew what I was doing, and then I nodded my chin over to #Mac who shot his head up from the clips he was examining in his hands. ‘She’s clearly in a good mood Tony; I’ve seen her punch dudes in the face for saying less to her.’ #Mac said readying himself rightfully so, for the smack I gave him up the side of his head as I walked past him towards the bar. ‘See, way to prove me right Lee.’ He laughed rubbing his head. “Yeah, yeah. Who else is starving? I need some food.” I walked around the bar, taking out a few sodas and setting them down on the top. ‘Food Yes!’ #Seth was up and clapping his hands, running after me to grab the drinks. ‘Yes, yes and yes.’ #Mac was now examining the wiring for the amp. ‘Oh,

uhm. I.’ We all stopped to look back at #Tony. #Seth grabbed the sodas and took them back to the other two. ‘Sis I would take that as a yes from Tony too.’ #Seth patted his shoulder. ‘The Burgers are really good from our diner here, trust me.’ Opening the can he took a mouthful pulling his phone out. I’d heard it buzz in his pocket. “Trust me Tony, you want lunch man.” taking out my own phone I hit speed dial and it was answered on the second ring. “Hey Gem…. Yeah.. That’s right, but can you add two more burgers and fries?” ‘Sis!’ #Seth called out and held up two fingers towards me. Letting me know to up the order again. “Sorry Gem, can you add four more thanks.” Ending the call I moved to grab my jacket. Without questioning the Kid. “I won’t be long, try not to burn the place down before I get back!” I joked, but really, was I? “Whispering to #Mac when I passed him. “Black to Black, Red to Red, Green to Green and don’t forget to earth it. That’s the brown one!” He grinned nodding his head. And I made a note to check that wiring when I was back just in case. Stepping out into the day I looked up at the sky, shrugging my jacket on, pulling my hair free out and letting it fall over my back. I could hear the guys inside, getting back to work and then I heard #Seth saying, ‘↬ Embry Call ↫ is on his way.’ Climbing onto the back of my baby, I pulled him off the kickstand. “Talk about a Clearwater overload for Call.” I mused to myself as I pulled out of the parking lot, making my way to the diner to pick up lunch for all of us. It always felt good to ride, even if it was a short trip and I had to stay within the speed limits.

↬ Embry Call ↫ I had to admit that driving the other guy’s trucks and cars did make me consider… just briefly… finding myself a new set of wheels, one that didn’t grind when I shifted the gears, or started every time after the first turn of the key. But after I caught a glimpse of my baby again it always went away. Leah’s bike was gone when I was pulling in at the bar. Tony’s truck was in the lot still. I could hear the Jeep coming up the street behind me as I locked Seth’s truck and headed inside. I could hear Tony quizzing #Seth and #Mac about Leah before I opened the door; trying to be subtle. He was failing, of course. I tried to act like I hadn’t heard. “Tony!!! You sexy beast!” I yelled from the door. “What the hell are you doing in my neck of the woods, man?” Before he even looked up, I was taking in the sight in the bar. What the hell were they doing? A stage… for what? I looked at #Seth and he was beaming. ‘Embry Call!’ Tony smiled and came over to give me the strongest handshake he could muster… as always. I gave him a break in front of the guys, any other day I’d not go easy on him. ‘Setting up for a bit of live music!’ ‘Open mic nights.’ #Seth said as I moved to the bar and set his keys down. He tossed my mom’s beeper to me and I caught it. Tony looked a little confused for a second and then seemed to register what it was, but he didn’t ask. The Pup came in and gave me my keys. He hardly had time to register the changes in the place before he was rushing out. “Don’t you want a ride kid?” I asked. ‘Nah. I’ll run, but I gotta bolt now. If I’m late picking my sister’s up from school again my Mom will have me neutered.’ He laughed and vanished out the doors. #Tony and #Mac laughed, but #Seth and I cringed… It had become a common phrase among the pack moms. Not mine but being in the guy’s heads so often meant I felt the jab just as sharply. “Sister’s right… So annoying!” #Seth mocked and quickly added. “Don’t tell her I said that.” Now I laughed. I helped the guys while they waited on Leah to get back. I knew I should be giving her space away from me; she must be on overload right now. But it was impossible to say no to those burgers. I went to help Tony with his end, and he started whispering to me. A fat lot of good that was going to do for him with #Seth here. “What’s the deal with this Leah chick?” he whispered. “The guy said she’s single… You into

her or….?” I choked a little and the first thing I thought was ‘𝒮𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝑒𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓋𝑒!’ But I wouldn’t say that to him. “Me? I’ve known her since before I could walk. And yeah, single. Technically…” #Seth was trying very hard not to listen. “But by choice, you know? She’s just not in the whole relationship mind-set… and you are total boyfriend material, Tone!” I smirked and clamped a hand lightly (for me) on his shoulder. “I think this one is happiest when running wild. And don’t call her chick… because she will kick your arse!” I laughed.

↬Leah Clearwater ↫ The short ride to the diner was enough to make me smile. The air hitting my face, blowing my hair back off my shoulders, all in all that freeing sensation only riding on two wheels could give you was being felt. My mind was back at the bar, and how quickly #Seth and #Mac had taken an idea I gave them and turned it into a reality. This was why I liked working with them both so much. After all this time, we didn’t even have to fully work out the plans before the others would pick it up and run with it. As I stopped on the main street junction, the roads were a little busy, but nothing I couldn’t find my way around. Zig zagging my way in and out of the cars, trucks, and pickups I nodded my head as I pulled up next to the truck with Paul in it riding beside him. I’d picked up his scent as I was riding up behind him and when I saw his eyes flicker to his rear-view mirror I smirked. Because of the trajectory of the wind, his scent had moved back and over me, and he didn’t see me coming until I was right on top of him. ‘One of these days Lee, I’m going to get you.’ He laughed with a nod of his head. “Sure, maybe don’t hold your breath. You know even wolves need air in their lungs. Now get your arse back to work.” I teased riding my baby beside his truck. ‘I am working woman, just off to make a delivery!’ He exclaimed. “Touchy much? What are you hiding Lahote?” I didn’t wait for his reply before I kicked the gears up speeding off, cutting across the road to make my turn. ‘Smartarse!’ I just heard over the wind as he kept going on Main street. By the time I was parked up in front of the diner, I felt a lot more relaxed. The morning had been a little crazy in my eyes, and the night of little to no sleep hadn’t been something new to me. But still when I walked into the diner to find #GemmaReed’s smiling face holding out a cup of coffee for me, I took it without question. ‘It’ll only be another five.’ She told me before rushing off. “Thanks Gem, you’re a life saver.” Taking a seat at the diner bar, I sat at a spot where I had a view of all that was going on in the place. Out of habit I never sat in a place where I couldn’t see what was going on all around me. I knew the diner well, and all the faces in here were known to me. A familiar scent caught my nose and I started to scan the diner a little closer than before. In the far corner I saw two head sat trying to hide themselves. I bit the inside of my cheek when I knew who it was. My eyebrow rising, I set the cup of coffee down and walked over. “Aren’t you both meant to be in school?” I stood towering over the young boy and the girl. As they acted like they were trying to find something under the table. ‘Hi Leah.’ The about to break voice of #EricJones came from under the booth. ‘I was just—’ He moved to sit up and smiled at me. #Eric was the teenage son of #MarkJones a cattle farmer whose wife helped my Ma out with the community projects. In a small town like ours it was hard not to know all the kids and who they belonged too. I wasn’t one to pry in other people’s business, unless it was something impacting Pack Business, or I knew I could step up and help with. We had always set high standards for the pups, rules they had to follow. School and education were high priority on that list. But I didn’t see why those standards couldn’t be passed onto all the kids of the Rez. “And who is this hiding with you under the table?” My face was stern, I knew who it was, but I wanted her to come out of hiding herself. My reputation around the Rez was known by all grown up and kids alike. I was known to be somebody with little to no time for bullshit. And now the story of how I stood up to the Council had made the rounds too. And if not the boy, the girl for sure knew that I wasn’t somebody she wanted to lie to. ‘Hi Cus!’ She shifted out from under the booth, trying to give me a 𝙁𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙮 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚look. “Don’t Hi Cus me Emma, why aren’t you in school?” My voice was even and strong, not far off the one I used with the

pups when they pissed me off. ‘Well, I have a free period. So, you see. Eric and I.. we.. uhm.. we came for a shake.’ She finally got to the end of her lie. I could tell she was lying from the sound of her heart thudding in her chest. “Oh, right. Cool” I took out my phone and pointedly started to push numbers. “Well, let’s see if Uncle Lucas knows about this 𝙁𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙙 of yours, shall we?” My eyebrow raised as I called her bluff. My Uncle #Lucas was a kind man, but he wasn’t easily taken for a fool. #Emma jumped up to stop me. ‘I’m sorry, I just—’ Her eyes scared. “You and Eric here, were about to pack your crap up and head straight back to school, right?” I turned my glance to the boy. “𝙍𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩?” ‘Yes, yes, back to school right now. I will go pay and we will head off.’ #Eric moved to get past me, but I didn’t move. “Don’t let me find out that this was your plan. That wouldn’t work out well for you kid.” His face was full of the right amount of fear before I let him go, turning my attention onto my own cousin. “Emma, you can’t do this crap. School is important. Boy’s come and go; you need to build a strong life for yourself. And that starts with a strong education. Not waiting on the next boy to tell you how pretty you are, or doing every stupid thing to keep their attention!” She sat with her eyes on the table, playing with the straw in the half empty glass of Chocolate milkshake. “𝘿𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙?” leaning down on the table into her. ‘Yes Leah, I understand.’ She said with her voice full of embarrassment. “This time we will leave this here between us, if there is a next time—” I didn’t need to finish that sentence, she knew the meaning. I stepped to the side and let her slide out of the booth. I stood up my arms back across my chest, watching them both leaving. ‘Leah!’ #Gemma called out holding the bags off food in the air for me. The ride back to #HWH didn’t take long, but this time it was #Emma who was on my mind. My teenage cousin who thought she knew it all, thought that her world started and ended with which boy found her cute that day, week or month. And it pissed me off. “Even now, in today’s day. Girls are still foolish.” I muttered, pulling into the parking lot. My eyes moving over the unmistakable red jeep. The sounds of the chatter coming from inside, climbing off my baby with the bags of food in my hands as I made my way into the bar. Stopping I groaned as the last comment I overheard. Walking in I made a racket, giving them all fair warning that I was coming. It was more for the two humans than for #Seth and Call, whom I was positive heard my baby pulling up. “Who’s hungry?” I called out holding the bags up, as I walked to a table and set the food down on it and then shrugged out of my jacket.

TBC...

#LeahClearwater #Leah #HotHeadSheWolf #SpiritsHotHead #EmbryCall #Embry #BADBOYEMBRYCALL #Twilight #TwilightRP #TwiRP

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Beneath The Surface | 4

Chapters: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5]

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x Reader

Word Count: 6,316

Genre & Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Smut. Lake sex, unprotected sex, sex in public. 

Notes:  Happy comeback day!

Please don’t actually have sexy time in lakes. Bacteria gets all up in you, and you can get infections. If you must do it (because I admit it’s hot), make sure you take care of your hygiene thoroughly afterward. 

Everything about you was messy. The eye makeup smudged just below your left eye. The flyaways in your hair pinned so poorly up. The giant hole on the right knee of your sweats that you couldn’t stop picking at, making it even bigger.

Your heart.

You felt like an idiot. Here you were, still pining after Hoseok despite not hearing from him for a month. He gave you the best sex of your life, made you think that he wanted something more, then vanished. Sadly, not literally. His face was everywhere. Interviews, music videos, music shows. Hell, you'd seen his cardboard cutout at work when one of the girls thought it would be fun to put BTS stand-ups in the practice room. 

The first few days after your date was a mess. You'd tried to text and call him, but it always sent you straight to voicemail. You gave up on day three when you saw him with his group during an interview, and he looked as sunny as ever. Smiling and joking, being his usual aegyo king self. You'd seen that he had a sunflower pinned to his outfit and wondered if it was for you. As the weeks flew by without a word, even though you kept seeing a sunflower pinned to whatever outfit he was wearing, you stopped wondering. If only you could stop hurting.

You threw yourself into your work, hoping that ten straight hours of dance practice would leave you exhausted enough to do nothing but sleep the moment you got home. Between the extended practices and you snapping at them anytime they mentioned BTS, the girls were getting frustrated, and you could tell. If you weren’t snapping at them, you were glaring at the cardboard standee of Hoseok they insisted on keeping in there. Even in cardboard form, he looked good. Stupid Hobi and his stupidly handsome face.

You were just sitting here once again putting yourself through hell watching a live video of Hoseok and Yoongi. They were having a meal together and talking about their latest concert. Every sound of enjoyment out of Hoseok's mouth was torturous and brought back memories of other times when he moaned that loud. He was dressed casually but still had a sunflower pinned to the flowy white shirt. You assumed it was now just his thing, like Jin and his hearts. You watched as he leaned over his food to grab something, the flower hanging dangerously close to a bowl of soup.

"Yah, Hobi, your flower is about to fall in your food. If that splashes on me, I'll kill you." Yoongi growled. Hoseok slaps his hand over the flower and leans back into his seat, fixing the flower so it’s pinned tighter. 

“It’s OK, I’d still eat it. Sunflowers are tasty, “ He smirked into the camera.

“You mean sunflower seeds,” Yoongi told him.

Hoseok hummed noncommittally, going back to his meal. 

“What’s with the sunflower thing anyways? Army keeps asking, and I’m kind of curious myself.” Yoongi asked, nodding at the flower. 

"Sunflowers make me happy, and it breaks my heart to not have them with me all the time.” Hoseok rumbled with a serious face, staring right into the camera. 

Surely he wasn’t talking...about you? Was this just your wishful thinking or was he really trying to tell you something? Because that sounded an awful lot like he made a sex joke and then tried to send you a message. He called you Sunflower before. Has this sudden appearance of sunflowers in every damn picture of his really been a sign this whole time? Should you let yourself hope? 

The video ends with Yoongi waving and Hoseok kissing the screen with an enthusiastic “I love you!” You set your phone down and stare at it, thinking. Maybe he had a reason for not contacting you besides your initial assessment of him being a fuckboy idol. Perhaps he wasn’t allowed to, or they took his phone. Maybe they found out about you, and he got in trouble. 

Perhaps...you could trust Hoseok? The mere thought of putting your full trust in anyone again, much less a member of the male species, was enough to make you feel squeamish. But at the same time, with Hoseok, it felt right. 

Either that, or you’d just taken your first step to becoming a crazy stalker chick. 

“Sunflowers are tasty. Quit talking about my privates in a live video, you perv.” You chuckle and shake your head as you walk to your room to change into something that doesn’t look like you stole it from the trash. It was time to stop moping. Maybe he hadn’t forgotten you after all. 

 “That isn’t water in that water bottle, Hoseok. I can smell it from here. Are you fucking serious right now?” Namjoon glared down at Hoseok as he relaxed on a couch in the practice room. Hoseok scoffed, taking another drink. 

“Look, I know you’re upset right now, but drinking before a live show is ridiculous. What if you mess up? You’ll get us all in more shit than we are already. I thought you hated alcohol, and yet here you are, fucking plastered going on a month straight.” 

“I don’t like alcohol, the taste is vile. The being buzzed part is nice though. Anway, even drunk I still dance better than you, so fuck right off, thanks.” 

“You need to get over this and fast. I am starting to lose my fucking patience. It’s not like you’re the only one suffering. Because of you, they took all of our phones and put us all on lockdown.”

Hoseok sighed and hung his head down, remorse and sadness practically flowing from his pores. “I know, man. I’m...I’m sorry. I just...miss her,” He whispered, his voice trembling as he held back tears. Another reason he avoided alcohol is it tended to make him weepy. 

Namjoon sighed and plopped into the chair next to him. “I understand. I just hate watching you do this to yourself. I’ve never seen you hung up on a chick before. You really like her, huh?”

Hoseok nodded, sniffing a little and stuffed the bottle under his seat. 

“Yes. She’s incredible. She’s so beautiful, smart, funny, and treated me like I’m just me. Just Jung Hoseok. I can’t get her out of my head. I’m just so scared, bro. I’ve just up and disappeared for a month without being able to say anything to her. How is she going to take that? What if she’s moved on already?”

Oh God, what if she had? What if there was some other asshole pounding into her right now? He wanted to pummel the faceless bastard already. And even worse, what if she hadn’t? What if she had sat around waiting for him, crying her eyes out when he never showed? Did she hate his guts now? Did she watch his shows, his lives? Did she see how he kept a sunflower pinned to his heart for her? Did she catch the little messages he tried to send her? 

“She knew who you were and that you’re an idol, right?” Namjoon asked as he rubbed Hoseok’s back. 

“Yeah, we talked a little bit about it.” 

“Then if she’s as smart as you say, she’ll probably understand that not everything is in our control. She’s probably seen how busy we are lately, with all the shows and interviews. Have a little hope, huh?” Namjoon chuckles and squeezes Hoseok’s shoulders as he stands up, earning a snicker from Hoseok. 

“Bro, again...I’m sorry. You guys don’t deserve to put up with my shit.” Hoseok sighed as he stood up and followed Namjoon to the backstage area of their next show.  

“We’re in this together, man. I know it’s fucking hard, but you have all of us here to support you. Now, let’s head out there. I’m sure she’s watching, so put on a good show for her, yeah?” Namjoon slapped Hoseok’s back, and they joined the rest of the group as the curtain raised for their next performance. 

“This one’s for you, Sunflower,” Hoseok whispered to himself, patting the sunflower on his jacket before pasting a bright smile on his face for the camera. 

“Jisoo, wider movements, please. You’re too stiff.” You tell the girl for what has to be the sixth time today. She was probably due for another break soon.

You’d had the girls practicing for about four hours so far today, but you’d been giving them more breaks than they’d had in a while. You’d realized how unfair you’d been to have taken out your frustrations on the girls. It wasn’t their fault, and it was unprofessional of you to let your private drama impact your professional life. As a sort of apology, you’d cut practice times entirely in half, and you were going to let them out in an hour, especially since it was Sunday. 

Or sooner, judging by the frantic waving of Lee PD on the other side of the practice room door. 

“Alright everyone, good practice. We’ll cut it short for today. Remember to keep up your stretches, stay hydrated, take a nice warm bath. I’ll see you all back here tomorrow.” The girls whooped in glee, quickly gathering their belongings and leaving. 

You wiped your sweat with a towel as you strolled over to the little woman that looked more like a kindergarten teacher than a producer at a music label. You chuckled inwardly at how adorable she looked excitedly hopping, bursting to tell you whatever news she had. 

“Lee PD, to what do I owe the honor of you gracing my smelly studio with your presence?” You smile sweetly down at her. 

“OH, you are not going to believe this. So, you know how we’ve been in talks with that sports gear company? They wanted Hypnotic to model their outdoor wear collection this year. It turns out, however, that we are not the only ones. They are going to have our girls team up with another group and do a huge camping shoot with a dance. So you’d have to team up with the other group's choreographer and work together to make something original.” She was excitedly clapping her hands, obviously pleased at how big the project was turning out to be. 

“Who is the other group?” 

“OH, this is the best part! Teaming up with them, our girls are going to look great! Not to mention that you’d have so much fun doing their choreo since they are known for being good dancers. It’s BTS.” Lee PD squealed, her glasses slipping down her nose as she hopped around. 

BTS...as in Hobi’s BTS. 

You stare at the excited little woman in shock. You’d have to work with Hoseok, the man you’d hadn’t seen in over a month but couldn’t stop thinking of. Would he be happy to see you? Or would he be horrified and think he was getting stalked by someone that he’d tried to hit and quit? 

You shook yourself from your thoughts and managed to fake an enthusiastic smile. You were happy for your girls at least. This was a huge deal. 

“This is exciting! The girls are going to go nuts when they hear! When does this start?” You ask, thinking your voice sounded too squeaky to sound genuinely excited. Lee PD didn’t seem to notice as her smile widened even more. 

“TOMORROW! We head over to meet them bright and early. You have to meet their choreographer and go over the plans from the company so you can start work on your end. Then, at the end of the week, we are going to be spending the weekend up in the mountains. They are going to be doing the commercial and photo shoots there. They told us to plan on being there the entire weekend.” 

“Yikes, one week to come up with choreography for twelve people? This should be fun.” You huff and Lee PD pats your arm in comfort. 

“I know, but we believe in you. Plus, I hear that those boys and their choreographers are used to working like dogs, so this should be nothing new for them. Just meet up with me and the girls at 7:00 am sharp tomorrow, and we’ll head over from here.” 

“Will do, boss. See you tomorrow.” 

You saunter out of the room and walk to your car in a daze. Tomorrow. You’d see Hoseok tomorrow. Although you were still a little anxious, you couldn’t help the small spark of excitement at the thought of seeing him again. At least now you had a chance of learning what happened. If he ended up being happy to see you and wanted to get together again, great. If not, you’d finally be able to close that chapter of your life and move on. You can’t help the shiver that courses through your body at the thought of seeing him again, no matter what. 

You stared at the door in front of you, your entire body shaking. You couldn’t remember ever being this damn nervous in your life. You could hear the music they were blasting through the door, the occasional voice of someone. They were all in there. The girls were chatting away, obviously excited. Lee PD was talking to Bang PD at the front of the group. You observe Bang PD’s hand on the doorknob, watching as it turned in almost slow motion. The door cracked open and the sounds amplified by a thousand. You were tuned into every squeak of a sneaker, every chuckle, every hum. 

You maneuvered yourself so that you were at the very back of the group. Able to see but not be seen. You heard him first. The PD’s were introducing Hypnotic to everyone, and you heard Hoseok’s polite greeting of “Nice to meet you.” Such simple, innocent words and yet the impact his gravely voice had on your body was no joke. You tried to repress the shiver that went straight to your core, forcing an impassive expression on your face. 

“And this is Hypnotic’s main choreographer. She’s truly incredible, and you’ll find her a joy to work with.” Lee PD gushed as she forced you to the front of the group. 

You heard the quiet gasp before you saw him, your eyes raising to meet his. He looked amazing. He was drenched in sweat, the black supreme shirt clinging to his chest. He ran a hand through his equally sweat-drenched hair (were you developing a sweat kink or something?), and you watched as his expression changed from shock to pure, unadulterated joy. 

He smiled blindingly down at you as you blushed and snuck a small smile his way before glancing at everyone else. You decided it was probably safer for him if you didn’t let the rest of the people in the room catch on to the fact that you already knew each other. He seemed happy to see you, though. You weren’t sure how to process this yet, but you felt a little flame of hope come to life. 

You bowed and shook hands with all of the boys and the choreographer. You had to fight to hold the moan that wanted to escape when Hoseok sneakily laced his fingers with yours as you pulled your hand away from shaking his. You had it bad if just touching his damn fingers was enough to get you excited. 

The PD’s left to go do paperwork that had to be turned into the sportswear company, leaving you and the girls to get acquainted with everyone. They all needed to come up with a game plan and get to know everyone’s dance styles to come up with something quick. The first order of business was picking a song, so everyone sat down wherever they were comfortable in the studio and started writing out lists of suggestions to be voted on. You picked a spot in the back corner, next to a window, hoping the slight breeze would help cool you down. You had written down about three suggestions when you felt the heat on your back, followed by warm puffs of air against your neck. You could smell hints of vanilla and citrus mingled with sweat, smells that remind you of Hoseok in your bed. 

“Are you cold?” a quiet voice rasped in your ear. You shook your head no and heard his soft chuckle. 

“Then why are you shaking, Sunflower?” He asked, as he stealthily ran a finger up and down your spine. 

You hadn’t even realized that you had been shaking, but as soon as he pointed it out, you could feel the trembles. You were so on edge with him being this close to you and not being able to do anything about it. You felt his breath on your ear and couldn’t hold back the tiny whimper.

“I think you missed me as much as I missed you,” he whispered in your ear. You didn’t trust yourself to keep your voice down, so you just nodded. You didn’t miss the barely audible Thank God from Hoseok. 

You clear your throat and turn around so you’re facing him. You let your mask drop for a second and trying to convey everything you feel in one broad smile, before going back into business mode. 

“Did you have any song suggestions, Mr, Jung?” You ask briskly. He raises an eyebrow at you, then props his chin in his hands. 

“Usher’s Nice and Slow.” 

“Mr. Jung, I don’t think that’s the feeling that they’re looking for.” You drone sarcastically. 

“You’re right. How about...Silk’s Freak Me.”

“Hoseok...”

“Trey Songz Neighbors know my name?”

“HOBI!” You whisper furiously and look around worried that someone might have heard you.

“There’s my girl. Hi, baby.” He looks at you with the sweetest smile you’ve ever seen in your life, and you just melt. 

“Aw, you’re so cute when you blush like that.” He cooed, scooting closer. 

“Hobi, I’m trying not to make things obvious, and you’re not helping.” you groan, trying not to make any noises despite the fact that his sneaky fingers were making their way under your crossed legs to stroke under your thighs. 

“I know. I just missed you so fucking much. You know it wasn’t my choice not to see you again, right? They took our phones and put us on lockdown.” 

So it was as you’d suspected. You’d hoped this was the case, but to have it confirmed made you feel so much better. Honestly, you were a little upset for him. To be a grown ass man and get treated like a misbehaving teenager was a little ridiculous. 

“I kinda thought that might be the case. Don’t worry, I’m not mad at you.”

Hoseok exhaled loudly. “Good. So...does that mean that you’ve uh...that you’re still...” Hoseok’s face was turning an adorable shade of light red, and you smiled. 

“Yes, Hobi, I’m still single.  No, I haven’t fucked anyone else. I’ve been working.”

“Cool.” He nodded, looking around the room like he was unconcerned. He was so adorable. 

“Did you uh...like my sunflower?” He asked you, blush spreading to his neck. 

“I did. I was hoping that was for me, but I wasn’t sure. It was...probably the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen.” You whisper, trying to stop your own blush. God, Hoseok made you feel like this was some first love high school thing.

Hoseok smiled brightly at you and tried to discreetly lace your fingers together with his free hand.

“It was for you. I wanted you to know that I didn’t forget you. And that I still wanted you. Fuck, I always want you.” He growled quietly, making you shiver and you could feel yourself becoming wet just from his voice alone.  

“Hey, you guys come up with any good songs?” Seongdeuk, the BTS choreographer, asks from behind you. You nudge Hoseok’s fingers away and smile up at the man, handing him your paper.

“Outside, by Calvin Harris and Ellie Goulding? That’s actually a decent commercial type song. We’ll see what the other’s think and then pass it onto the boss to take care of licensing stuff. Good pick! You two work well together.” He mumbles as walks away. 

“You hear that, baby? We work well together.” Hoseok snickers, putting his fingers back under your leg. You nudge him away again, laughing when he pouts. 

“You are going to get us caught, stop.” 

“Bro, are you hogging the choreographer already?” A soft voice asked from behind you. You swallowed your squeak of alarm and quickly moved your leg out of Hoseok’s reach, smiling up at Jimin. 

He plops down next to Hoseok and softly smiles back, somehow seemingly oblivious to Hoseok’s glare. 

“Hello again. I’m Jimin, in case you forgot. You’ll be working with Hoseok and me the most. Me, because I practice a lot, and Hoseok because he’s our dance God.” You chuckled along with Jimin at that, narrowing your eyes in silent warning at the still pouting Hoseok to play along. 

“That’s good to hear. Since we only have a week to get this down, I’m predicting 10 hour long practices at the very least. Something that my girls are used to.”

“That won’t be a problem for us either. We do what we have to do.” Jimin responded sweetly. You nod and smile at them both. 

“I’m going to head back up to the front. Get ready to work your asses off, guys.” 

You stand up and glance over at Hoseok, not able to say anything you want to with Jimin right there. You settle for a wink and stroll away. 

“Damn, she has a great ass.” The words whispered behind you sounded somehow more perverse when they were being said by such a soft, innocent sounding voice.

“Don’t even fucking think about it,” Hoseok warned. 

You sighed and stood next to Seongdeuk. This was going to be a long week.

It was finally Friday. Today, all of you were being jammed into vans and driven into the mountains for the commercial shoot. It had been an incredibly long week and you were exhausted. Everyone had practiced for a minimum of 11-12 hours a day, some of them electing to practice more on their own. 

You were proud that your girls had been able to keep up with BTS’s notoriously high-energy dancing. Despite the fact that a few of them had developed crushes, this week had gone relatively smoothly. BTS were amazingly hard workers. You’d been incredibly impressed by all of them. 

As for Hoseok, being in the same proximity to each other without being able to do more than sneak a touch here or there was taking a toll on both of you. The number of times you’d had to tear your eyes off of his reflection while he was dancing was ridiculous. He would drip with sweat, thrusting his hips vigorously, his stare burning whenever you locked eyes. He’d find reasons to grab your hips, or come behind you and help you stretch, whispering things in your ear the entire time. Unfortunately, the staff followed them everywhere, not giving them a single moment to themselves. The tension driving you crazy, and judging by Hoseok’s increasingly dark glances, he wasn’t fairing much better. 

You peered out of the van window, lost in your thoughts. You hadn’t really had time to think about what would happen after this weekend was over. You supposed things would just go back to the way they were. You’d go back to working your regular hours, go home, and obsessively watch videos of a man that you may or may not see again. 

The mere thought alone was enough to break your heart. 

As the campsite crawled into view, you vowed to not think about the future right now. Just get through this first. Enjoy the tiny tidbits of contact you get with Hoseok and store it away for when you’re going to need it. 

“Alright everyone, that’s a wrap for the day! See you bright and early!” The director bellowed, the groups not even bothering to hide their moans of relief. Dancing in a studio was one thing. Dancing in bulky outdoor wear when it was still hot as hell outside was another. The staff gave everyone leave to go and do what they wanted with the remaining bit of daylight. They probably assumed everyone was too tired to get up to too much trouble. And it seemed they were right as most elected to shower and go to their tents. 

You had been eyeballing the lake all day, so you decided to get into your swimsuit and go for a little evening swim. You figured that with most already getting to bed, you’d have a bit of alone time. 

You leisurely floated on your back in the water near the dock. You hummed a little nameless melody and stared at the stars. It was so peaceful. 

You were utterly unprepared when you felt hands wrap themselves around you and drag you closer to the dock. 

“What the fuck?!” You complained, getting ready to hit whoever the fuck was grabbing at you. 

“Shhh, baby, it’s me.” 

“Hobi, what are you doing?” You hiss at him. He’s smiling at you fondly, barely swimming as he’d pulled you under the dock and his feet could touch the bottom. 

“You looked so pretty and lonely out there, so I thought I’d join you.” He murmurs as he pulls you closer to him, picking up your legs and wrapping them around his waist. 

“I’ll just bet you did. Hobi, if you get caught, you’d be in deep shit. You’re already on lockdown.” You whisper, trying not to moan as you feel his bulge hit your core.

“At this point, I don’t even fucking care. If I don’t touch you soon, I’m going to go insane.” He growled, bucking against you. You whimper and bury your head in his shoulder. 

“This is such a bad idea, Hoseok.” 

"I’m just going to pull your swimsuit to the side, no one would see a thing.“ He whispers in your ear, fingers already stroking the outside of your suit. You nod silently.

“God, yes. Finally.” Hoseok’s fingers slip inside your swimsuit bottom, lightly stroking through your folds. He buries his face in your neck, biting softly and kissing his way up to your face.

Your lips meet, and the kiss is so soft and sweet. Just a gentle exploration of each other as your bodies get reacquainted. His tongue lightly tracing your lips and caressing your own. You remember something that’d he’d liked last time, so you sucked on his bottom lip gently, releasing it with a little pop. He groans and bucks his hips into you, and you smile to yourself. You forgot how much you love teasing his sounds out of him. It was really too bad you had to be so quiet. 

Hoseok touched his forehead to yours, moaning into your mouth as he slid his cock into you. You started rocking against him, your mouths fused together to help prevent any loud noises escaping. You were both so focused on each other, you almost missed the creak of the dock as someone made their way across it. 

“It’s beautiful out here. We really should do more shoots here, don’t you think?”

“Oh, I agree! I think the shots we took today are going to be great.” 

You and Hoseok looked each other in horror, completely halting your movements. How the hell were you going to get out of this? Hopefully, they wouldn’t stay long, and you could escape without anyone catching the two of you together. 

God, you’d been so close. Your pussy clenched at the mere thought of how amazing you’d been feeling. You hear a hiss from Hoseok and a plan forms as you see how fucked out he still looks. You clench down on him again, watching his face. He drags his bottom lip between his teeth, looking at you in silent warning. You merely grin and clench again. He leans in and bites your ear, whispering softly. 

“If you keep that shit up, I’m going to cum.” 

You clench again as hard as you can. With a strangled groan against your neck, Hoseok shallowly pumps his hips into you, filling you with his cum. 

You sigh and let your legs drop from his waist, though he keeps you close to him, burying his face in your hair. You both wait for the people to leave, listening to their boring conversation as Hoseok occasionally plants soft kisses on the side of your face. 

After what seemed to be forever, they finally left, and the both of you let out a sigh of relief. You shoot him an irritated I told you so look that he just responds to with a satisfied grin. You look around to see if anyone else is within eye range before getting out of the water, Hoseok not far behind. When you reached the campsite, you noticed that everyone was already in their tents. You go to yours, prepared to wave goodbye to Hoseok and go to bed, only to feel him come up right behind you. He follows you inside and zips the door before crawling on top of you, gently lowering you onto your blankets. 

“Now where were we?” He growls playfully, pulling your suit down and latching onto your nipple. 

“Hobi, don’t tease me right now. Just fuck me!” You whisper harshly, tugging his head up towards you. He leans down and kisses you roughly, biting your bottom lip as he slides back into you. You’re still filled with his cum and your own wetness, the lewd squelching sounds as he pounds into you filling the tent. 

“God, I love this. I missed you so much. Fuck. You feel so good.” he moans above you, leaning down to lick and bite at your neck. There was no way you weren’t going to have marks to cover up in the morning. 

“I can feel you tightening up on me, baby. Do you want to come?” Hosek reaches his hands up, planting them on both sides of your head. He leans his face in closer, kissing you softly for a moment. His hips kept up their rhythm, pounding into you with a hard and steady pace. You nod, and he smiles at you. 

“Come. I want to watch you fall apart.” He growls into your mouth. Like your body knows it belongs to him, you feel your orgasm take over. You arch your back and throw your head back in a silent scream as Hoseok fucks you harder and faster trying to reach his own peak. 

“Look at me.” He orders breathlessly, and you force yourself to concentrate enough to keep your eyes open. You can’t look away as you watch Hoseok come undone above you. He keeps his eyes trained on you, staring at you with a mixture of awe and lust as he fills you up again. 

He groans as he pulls out and flops down next to you, grabbing your arm to pull you in and wrap you around his chest. You both catch your breath as he hums and strokes your arm. You sneak a peek and notice his cock has still not gone down. You’d nearly forgotten about his rabbit-like stamina. Hoseok chuckles when he notices where your eyes went, wiggling his eyebrows at you. You were in for a long night. 

The rest of the weekend went much the same. Working from dawn until dusk on the commercial and various photo shoots. The nights were spent finding places to be alone as you made up for lost time. He’d usually spend the night in your tent until around 5 am, waking you up with a kiss as he got up to head to his own tent. The two of you were so caught up in each other, you didn’t notice the girl with the increasingly suspicious gaze. 

You observe the team putting all of their gear away in the vans, the view somehow symbolic of your relationship with Hoseok. It was time to put it away and go back to the real world. The world where he didn’t belong to you. As if your thoughts conjured him, Hoseok appeared in front of you, silently gesturing with his head to follow him. You look around to make sure no one was watching, then caught up to him. He led you behind the wooden building holding the restrooms, backing you up until you hit the wall. He buried his hands in your hair and kissed you. You could practically taste the despair as he roughly nipped at your lips. 

“How much more time do you have on your lockdown?” You moan, embarrassed to sound so needy, but God, you couldn’t help it.  

 “Just for another month, just another thirty days. It’ll pass by quicker this time since we know that we’re waiting for each other.” He answers between pecks. 

He stops and looks down at you, a severe look suddenly crossing his face. He swallows hard a few times, worrying you. What did he have to say that was so bad?

“I love you.” He blurts out. 

Your eyes widen in shock. You? Jung Hoseok loves you?

“What do you mean you love me?” You ask, wincing as soon as you say it. What a dumb thing to say.

“I mean that I love you.” His eyes search your face. You can feel the blush that takes over your face, and you turn your head to the side to avoid his gaze. 

“I...I love you too.” You mumble. You were probably dumb to let him know the feelings that you hadn’t even admitted to yourself yet, but now it was out there.

Hoseok grinned cockily, grabbing your chin to make you look at him.

“What was that, Sunflower? I didn’t quite catch it.” 

You sigh and kiss the palm that was near your mouth. 

“I love you too, Jung Hoseok. I’ll see you in a month.” 

You push away from the wall and go back to your van. As you slide into your seat and strap yourself in, you sneak a peek over at the BTS van. They were still loading their things in, apparently too busy to have even noticed Hoseok’s absence. He finally strolls up to the van, grabbing his bag and heads to the open doors. Before he gets in, he looks over towards you, the broad smile on his face silently conveying how much your confession meant to him. He snuck a little wave, and one of his ridiculous kissy faces before hopping into the van and slamming the door. You watch as they leave first, feeling as though he’d taken a piece of you with him.

God help you. You were in love with Jung Hoseok.

The ride back home sapped you of any remaining energy. You were bone tired as you trudged up the stairs to your apartment. You silently praised yourself for your forethought of booking Momo at the pet hotel for an extra day, because all you wanted to do now was take a real shower and go into a nice coma. 

After a thoroughly long and hot shower, you got in your most comfortable pajamas and slid into bed. You scrolled through your phone, just wanting to check that there was nothing important you’d missed while you were away. You were just about to put the phone down when a random headline reading “BTS DATING SCANDAL” caught your eye. Dating scandal? How can that happen when they weren’t even in the city? 

You load the story and just scan it. You honestly didn’t think it would be anything since the boys were always complaining about their lack of freedom. It wasn’t until your eyes caught the name Jung Hoseok that you felt a flicker of fear. 

You followed the link his name led to, your hand trembling. After reading the words, you throw your phone at the wall with a satisfying crack, before burying your face in the pillow. How stupid were you? You were a fucking idiot.   

“Jung Hoseok of BTS dating scandal. Bighit confirms a relationship with Hypnotic’s leader, Lee Jisoo.”

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"Technically it wasn't on fire." "Of course it wasn't on fire! You blew the fucking thing up!" (Imagine Dean and Seamus, omfg. Doesn't even have to be romantic or anything lol)

(Babe, not only is it Dean and Seamus, but it’s so romantic, it involves a wedding! Although…maybe it’s not hella romantic, but you get what I mean =p)

“Technically, it wasn’t on fire.”

Dean gave Seamus a dark look.

“Of course it wasn’t on fire! You blew the fucking thing up!”

Seamus rubbed the back of his neck. “Everyone thought it was hilarious, and intentional. No one cared.”

“No one cared?” Dean sputtered. “What about me? I care!”

“It was just a cake,” Seamus muttered, wincing as soon as the words were out of his mouth.

Dean put his wine glass down so hard the stem broke. “Our wedding cake. At our wedding. The most important day of our lives. Ruined, because you thought it was funny to blow up our fucking cake!”

Seamus watched the wine drip off the table, and start to stain the carpet. He had a feeling that drawing his wand to clean it up would get him landed on the couch for the night. Although, looking at how irritated Dean was, that was likely anyway.

Dean was the one who had wanted the big wedding. He was the one who was so insistent on getting every little detail right. Seamus had known he was going to cock it up somehow, but he hadn’t thought Dean would be this upset.

Grimacing, he made a helpless gesture. “What do you want me to say, Dean? I didn’t do it on purpose,” he said weakly. He was still so embarrassed about it himself. “I was emotional. You know how my magic gets when I’m emotional.”

Dean scoffed. “I worry about the future of our marriage, if you were feeling something at our wedding that led to destructive magic!”

Seamus scowled, and looked away. “I made things blow up the first few times we had sex. You didn’t take it this way then.”

Dean didn’t reply, and Seamus dared to look at him again. He was frowning, and still the red wine stained the carpet.

This was not how Seamus had imagined his wedding night would go.

“Dean, it’s not about what kind of emotion I feel when I blow things up. I’ve tried to tell you this before, but you never seem to get it. It’s about how much I feel.”

Dean scoffed, finally drawing his wand, cleaning away the mess, and repairing the glass. “So I’m supposed to believe you were so overwhelmed by happiness and love, that you blew up our fucking cake? While you weren’t even trying to cast magic?”

Seamus looked at his feet, feeling his face burn. “It was our first dance as a married couple. Sorry if my feelings got in the way of your perfect day.”

“You don’t even like formal dancing,” Dean muttered.

Cringing, Seamus made another helpless gesture. “But it’s a thing. The first dance at a wedding. It’s… I just… I was… fuck this!” he finally snapped. “You knew who you were marrying. Sometimes I blow things up. Get over it. I didn’t even want a big wedding. I only did that for you. Don’t be such a wanker. It was just the cake. At least I didn’t make something flammable explode this time!”

He stepped closer, and glared up at Dean. “If you’re so upset, then you can sleep on the couch to get some space. I’m not exactly happy I blew it up either. It’s bloody embarrassing. It’s just pure luck that they all thought it was staged. I’m not letting you ruin today by being a pissy little shit about this.”

Dean blinked down at him. His cheeks were darkening, and Seamus set his face in the stubborn expression that Dean should know meant he wouldn’t back down.

“You…” Dean swallowed, and his gaze darted to the side for a moment. “You blew up the cake, because you were overwhelmed… by a waltz?”

Seamus scowled. “You cried during the ceremony. You don’t get to call me out on this.”

“I had dust in my eye!”

“Like hell you did,” Seamus snorted. “Come on, love. Wouldn’t you be more upset if I hadn’t blown something up? Think about what that would have said. That I wasn’t sufficiently emotional at our wedding.”

Dean gave him a considering look. “I didn’t think about it that way.”

“No, because you’re still being a sappy little shit about your perfect wedding not going perfectly to plan.”

“Piss off!”

“Not yet. Part of the perfect wedding is the shag at the end,” Seamus said, gesturing towards the bedroom. “Or are your feelings still too hurt for that?”

Dean’s expression darkened.

“That’s what I thought,” Seamus said, starting to walk backwards towards their room, unbuttoning his shirt as he went. “But don’t force yourself. We must protect those delicate sensibilities. I can certainly fuck myself, if you need to weep over the cake some more.”

“Seamus!” Dean growled, advancing on him.

Seamus made a gleeful sound before he could stop himself. “Ooh, that kind of shag, eh?” he said, as he backed into the bedroom. “Hope you’re prepared for another explosion. Not going to get all weepy again, are you? Because wedding night plus a rough shag, I am definitely going to—”

Dean cut him off with a rough kiss, and Seamus internally high-fived himself.

From a potential night on the couch, to a fantastic shag. And he only had to embarrass himself a little with that admission about the dancing.

With any luck, Dean would be pissed the next morning about whatever he blew up while they shagged, and he’d have forgotten all about Seamus’ sappy admission.

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[shimshenanigans]

So today I was spending some time with the fam and my grandma for some last minute quality time before they all go home tomorrow, and well, I had an entire bottle of rosé to myself and WELL. I get one of two ways when I drink. If I drink too much, I turn into a weepy mess.

But if I don’t cross that threshold? Apparently I’m freakin’ hilarious and my aunt asked me when I was going to start a comedy blog or some shit, and I hinted that actually on this blog I have over 300 followers. That actually just crossed past 400, and I’m pretty sure I’ve blocked all the porn bots, so yay!

THAT BEING SAID NO WAY IN HELL AM I GIVING OUT MY URL TO MY FAMILY I DON’T WANT THEM TO KNOW I’M BISEXUAL AS FUCK AND EXCITED FOR THE SHAPE OF WATER TO COME OUT.

So yeah, all 400 of you, thanks for sticking around despite the very low amount of original content and occasional ramble I go on.

Edit: Got rid of some porn blogs, but still about 390 of you!

#life of Shimmy