#so glad we got to meet Jerry :)

[r0semultiverse]

Guess we're in The Owl House now 😂

#BMO said hoot hoot lmao #so glad we got to meet Jerry :) #scene that gave me absolute goosebumps #iykyk I don't want to spoil it on this post lmao #guess this is the owl house universe /j #the golden guard is BMO lol #I think we've seen this owl mask before though??? I could be wrong though. my partner & I just started a rewatch recently #that'd be amazing if this is a TOH reference after we've had a camp pining hearts SU reference in the prismo episode lol #so it probably is intentional :P I'm so glad we didn't meet Jerry until the very last few minutes; they landed with that pacing!! #mine #op #adventure time spoilers #adventure time #adventure time fionna and cake #fionna and cake

[wannaeatramyeon]

You hit the nail on the head! I‘ll ask for more professional assessment: honest opinion on Crystal?

Following on from my ramblings about Sally Park. Oops! Edited to add in Zoe too.

Well written female characters in Lookism? Uhh...

When the bar is at an all time low, it's really not hard to step over it.

At this point, I've been pavloved to think that any female character that expresses a personality trait other than 'simp' is pretty good. Simp is fun when it's part of a list of characteristics (Zack, Ryuhei). Not so much when it's the only thing.

Long live PTJ, the greatest feminist. Anyway.

Female characters I like

Mary Kim

Love her. Empress of 2 seconds. Queen of my heart.

Surprisingly kept a platonic relationship with Vin Jin, showing quite a healthy mixed gender friendship. Sassy and smart. Loyal. Good taste in men (Jace). Is shown having a life and interests outside of a man.

On my hands and knees praying that PTJ doesn't ruin her. Kinda glad she hasn't appeared in a while so she is kept away from his incessant need to turn everyone into a love interest.

Lua Im

Once we got over the odd Johan panels, which I heard the Korean audience didn't like and I'm quite happy about, she's fine. And it's not that I care that much about Johan staying a single dog-dad, I just needed a coherent reasoning/build up why they would be interested in one another.

Lua has potential.

Sourcing intel, even impressing the likes of Gun? A little Muay Thai knowledge? Jake and Jerry scared of her? Lol. Ok. Good. Let's build on this.

Just please don't white knight her.

Crystal Choi (meh)

And Ms. Choi, because anon specifically asked. I really don't mind her? I know she's meant to be anti-Lookism but still judges people based on their looks eh. That's fine. Pretty realistic actually. Whatever.

She can be a bit bitchy for no reason. So can I. Handwaving all that.

What I do take issue with though, is her so called title of Business Genius. Please show me the chapter where she actually does something to earn that title besides the one where other people ooh-ed and aah-ed over her in the meeting with DG.

Wow she's sooooo gorgeous. Ok good for her. If that's the route they're taking her character then at least OWN. THAT. SHIT. Use her beauty and looks to sign deals and get what she wants. GOOD. DO IT.

Zoe Park (also meh... Wait)

Sorry anon, I think 'really well written' is a bit of a reach... She does have some decent character development, starting as quite a flighty, shallow girl and then showing that she has a heart of gold, liking both Daniels and. Huh.

Wait. You're right. She is pretty well written. She's selfless and kind and loyal to her friends, putting up with Logan's bullshit. There's enough of a character arc for her from the Zoe we're introduced to at first.

And I do like that she's good at maths too.

Wasted potential

Minseong Kang (Jake's momma)

Appreciate this is the older generation and from a much more conservative culture. Saying that, I am so over the slighted and bitter housewife rotting at home while her big powerful husband cheats on her.

And then some sort of marriage redemption cos they pop out a kid. Whatever. (Sorry Jake bb, I love you).

If you were going to do that, give me the most toxic red flag shit where they are constantly at each other's THROATS. Show me how they are equals. Can't live with or without one another. That's the good kinda shit.

Leonn Lee

I just. What the fuck was this.

A girl in Burn Knuckles? A group that reeks of testerone and (positive) masculinity? Show us why she joined! Show us why she stays. SURPRISE. Main character trait?? Having a crush on Vasco.

She could have been SO interesting. And she obviously trains, why not get her to fight?

Hate for irrational reasons

Joy Hong

Listen, she's not really in enough or significant enough for me to really feel one way or another about her. BUT. The reason I HATE her is because I was trying to write a headcanon involving everyone and then I got to Joy and I was STUMPED.

Sub in a plank of wood, and it would have the same depth of personality.

Truly. Who is she apart from Jay's sister and a Daniel simp? At least everyone else has something.

Others

I don't really think about them. Sera Shin has potential I guess.

And of course a special mention to Daniel's momma. She's not exactly a unique character, but who doesn't love her?

LET. THEM. FIGHT.

Lastly. Why can't we see women fight? Like the men's fights are realistic LOL. Ultra instinct? Smashing through walls? So why are women fighting men outside the realms of this.

And yes yes. Men are SoOoOoOo strong. But can they take a kick to the balls?

Are you saying Gun Park has been training his dick and balls and would be able to eat a hit there? He wouldn't go down like a heap of shit??

HUH. TELL ME THAT.

In Summary

Mary by and large is pretty well written. Lua has improved.

I don't care much about anyone else.

And I wanna see Gun, Goo, Sammy, Vin etc. get kicked in the balls in a fight.

#is this my most disjointed rambling yet? quite possibly #if you made it to the end you sincerely deserve a medal #sorry if i've completely forgotten about any female character development loooool my bad #and sorry every time I refer to the women as females it makes me feel incel-y #lookism #lookism manhwa #lookism webtoon #lua im #mary kim #crystal choi #leonn lee #minseong kang #joy hong #wannaeatramyeon

[batterygarden]

I really like ur denji reader stuff!!

Was wondering if you can do a shy reader one who's just as horny as denji but is too nervous to show it

Sticky

18+ MDNI College au Denji x F!reader: Denji's first date with the shy girl from class has an unexpected outcome.

cw: vaginal sex, cunnilingus, creampie w birth control, quite a shy reader but she's a perv, she wears lingerie and a dress and jewelry, teeense of cockwarming, aged up characters. wk: 3.7k

thank u so kindly, @akicore for beta read

Denji thinks it’s weird how tense you are when you set foot through his doorway. Tugging off your shoes with shaky fingers then greeting him with stiff shoulders. You talk so quiet he has to ask you to repeat yourself twice when you ask how his day’s been. Are you nervous? He wishes he could read your mind to know why; you seemed really excited to meet over text, not to mention it was your idea to have a movie night at his place. I guess she might just like me so much that she’s… nah. Too out of my league. She’s gotta just be shy. But then…

Denji takes in your outfit. Certainly not something he’d picture the quiet girl from his class wearing to a first date. Your dress is downright tiny, Denji thinks it could fit in his pocket if he folded it, and you’re wearing thigh-high lacy stockings and is that–Denji has to force his eyes away from your thighs and the apparent garter belt hooked beneath your skirt. 

Shaking his head to clear it, Denji gives you a warm welcome, smiling his big, pointy smile before giving you the grand tour of his humble apartment. 

“Okay and that’s all the rooms! So uhh…” Why’s she gotta pull the dress down! Fuck what was I talking about! Denji narrowly stops his hand from pulling the fabric back above your cleavage so he can focus. You blink up at him with big puppy eyes while he pauses, smiling real coy like your brain’s the one moving half a mile per hour. 

“Ice cream! I got some ice cream we can eat while we watch the movie..if…uh…if you’re down.” Your grin gets a little bigger and you nod, so Denji spins fast for the freezer, glad to escape your eye contact for a second. 

You take this time to fidget with your jewelry and try to compose yourself. The truth is, you’ve had a giant crush on Denji since the beginning of the semester, and being alone with the man you’ve been fantasizing about for months now is making you feel like a deer in headlights. He seems a bit nervous too, but he’s definitely handling it better than you are; you’re worried your shyness is scaring him away. He likely went into this date knowing nothing about your personality–you’d actually been the one to ask him out after gathering the courage for a while. His answer was a quick and resounding yes, but you’re still feeling a little insecure.

“Ya like strawberry?” Denji calls from the kitchen. 

“That’s–yes!” 

Denji returns with a pint of Ben & Jerry’s and two spoons, leading the way into the living room. 

“What were you sayin’?”

“Just, that’s my favorite flavor.” 

Denji sits in the middle of the couch. “You’re kidding! Mine too.” 

He hands you a spoon while you sit next to him, much closer than he was expecting. Denji heaves a sigh and grabs the remote, turning on an unexpected arthouse film you’ve never heard of. The silence of the title screen almost vibrates in your ears. 

Denji glances at you with pursed lips, you still seem on-edge, but maybe a little calmer. 

“Can I put my arm around ya?” He suddenly asks. He’s never gone out with a shy girl before; he figures the safest bet is to be super forward.

You nod, then his arm is over your shoulders, warm and big and surprisingly toned beneath his button up. You rest your head on his shoulder–it’s an awkward position but you focus on steadying your breath and try not to move. 

He puts the ice cream container between his knees so he can open it one-handed, digging in while a character on screen writes a letter. But then he’s looking down at you with furrowed brows.

“...No chance you’re comfy like that.” He scoots his torso down a little lower. “‘S that better?”

You hum, making stupid eyes at him again. What is she thinking about??

“For real? Your shoulders are like made of wood right now.” 

You internally cringe. You try to relax your body, nuzzling your head closer to his in a way that feels more natural and whispering the quietest sorry that was ever whispered.

“No no it’s… uh it’s okay. Just was worried about your neck.” 

After a while of Denji silently watching the movie and you silently watching him through your peripheral, he holds the ice cream out to you. It’s getting slightly melty in the warm room. You go in with your spoon, but your hands are still a bit shaky and of course you end up with runny ice cream coating the front of your dress when you spill. 

Denji immediately sits up, grabbing the pint and spoons while sucking air through his teeth. 

“Shit. I’ll go grab a towel.” He half-jogs out of the room while you sit, suddenly cold from the ice cream and lack of extra body heat.

Maybe this is actually a good thing, you tell yourself. You’d honestly set out with the intention of getting fucked tonight. You just had to steel your resolve–this spill could be your opportunity to get the ball rolling. Denji returns quickly with arms bundled full of big towels. Then you’re giggling. 

Giggling? This is a breakthrough for Denji. 

“Never heard ya laugh before. What’s so funny?” 

“I don’t think I need three bath towels.”  

Denji blushes, “Oh…yeah. Guess maybe not.” He giggles with you. Then you’re standing as he wipes off your tummy, carefully avoiding your tits, despite the glob of ice cream still on them, as he tries to get as much pink out of the fabric as he can. 

“Thanks Denji, I can get the rest.” 

You take the towel and Denji averts his eyes as you thoroughly scrub your chest. You feel a little rueful, maybe you should’ve asked him to lick it off you. You shove the thought from your head; you definitely weren’t confident enough to pull that line yet. You put the towel down. 

“Actually…Denji, I think I’m just going to take this off. It’s all gross now.” 

Then it’s his turn to make stupid eyes. “Oh, like do you want a shirt?” 

“No.” 

You bite the inside of your cheek while you stare at each other for a beat. Then you’re slowly turning around. 

“Unzip me?” 

The gears in Denji’s brain just about stop. Like you’re pouring honey in his head, or no, melted strawberry ice cream, and now the cogs are all sticky. He stares at your back long enough for you to ask if he’s alright, but he doesn’t respond before his warm hand is on your shoulder, then he’s tugging the zipper down so slowly the dull click of the slider reaching the bottom makes you flinch. You face him again. 

“Um. Is this okay?” 

Denji nods vigorously. You hum while Denji’s brain goes on red alert. Okay. Okay, this isn’t what I expected to happen. Fuck what do I do.

You stare at the couch while you slide the dress straps off your shoulders, and somehow Denji is pulled back to his senses.

“Here-” he helps pull the dress off your arms then slides it to the ground. 

“Oh my god.” Denji takes a second to look at your lingerie-clad body, unable to stop himself from staring. Matching bra and panties? Coordinating stockings all strapped together? He’s never seen a woman dressed like this besides in porno mags. What do I do??

“You can touch me,” You answer his thoughts. And Denji doesn’t think twice. His hand finds your shoulder first, tracing its way down the lacy garments like they’re a map leading somewhere important. The movie plays on in the background, forgotten, as you place your hands over his and smooth them over your bra, letting your body move based on instinct and desire instead of anxiety. If Denji was caught off guard by your stripping, he doesn’t show it as his movements become more confident–holding your tits together then letting them fall, running his hands over your soft tummy and sides, squeezing your curves.

“You’re so pretty,” he mumbles, looking back to your face. Then you’re kissing him, tasting the light strawberry flavor that still lingers in his mouth. He's much gentler than you’d expected—most “desperate to please” men turned rough and assertive once you took your clothes off in your experience. He’s being sweet—it’s got you rubbing your thighs together and pouncing on him, shoving him clumsily back onto the couch. You don’t miss the small “woah” that falls from his lips when you straddle his lap immediately after. 

Then you’re on his lips again, and he’s gripping your waist for stability while your kiss finds a rhythm. It’s so desperate—both of you—clinging to each other like you can’t get enough. You eventually move your mouth to his neck, finding his pulse point and marking him with a love bite, making him whimper, before pulling away to admire your handy work. And to catch your breath. You’re both struggling for air. 

“…To be honest, I’m really surprised you’re wearin’ all this,'' Denji pants. “You didn’t seem like the type.” He takes your hand in his while he talks, playing with your rings. 

“I always wear rings…” 

Denji rolls his eyes and tugs on one of your garter belt straps, softly, like it might tear. He smiles up at you when you laugh.  

“Oh, the lacy stuff? Just thought you might like it…”

You avert your eyes as it dawns on you how bold you inadvertently were. Denji groans and abandons your hand to touch your bra again. 

“I do. Like it so much.” 

Then he’s kissing your collar bone, gentle and shy, following a bra strap down with his lips. You don’t see the blush that floods his cheeks when you push his head a bit lower, guiding him so he’s sucking your tit through the sheer fabric. You feel sticky again, this time from saliva, as Denji licks and nibbles and sucks. This is cloud 9, he thinks. 

You keep letting out little moans as he suctions onto your nipple, and soon he’s moaning with you when you tug his hair. Denji eyes you for a moment as if he’s asking for permission before scooping a hand into your bra, freeing a breast before resuming his nipple worship, and doing the same to the other one not long after. 

Then he pulls away to grab your face and hold it close to his own. 

“Y’’make the cutest sounds,” he breathes. You feel your face warm. 

“I’ll make them cuter if you take your clothes off too,” you say. A light bulb practically flickers on above Denji’s head as his eyes widen. You giggle again. 

Then he’s swiftly undoing his shirt buttons and ripping his arms out of the sleeves. He takes your hips in his hands, sliding you off his lap and onto the couch next to him so he can pull off his pants, too, leaving him in just his boxers. You give Denji a hungry look that leaves him dumbfounded. ‘S like she’s got two personalities. 

Then you’re gripping his hand, pulling him down on top of you so you’re both laying on the couch, capturing his lips and wrapping your limbs around him. 

Denji kisses like he’s savoring the taste, you kiss like you’re starving. Like you’re trying to steal the air from his lungs. Denji loves it—you make him feel flattered. It’s nice that you seem to want more of him just like he wants more of you. 

So Denji drops his hips forward, brushing against your clit deliberately while you whine into his mouth. He’s so hard, and it makes sense that he would be, but it boosts your confidence to feel it confirmed. He grinds against you again and again, making your brain cloudier with every movement. 

Soon he’s moving to your neck, trailing love bites beneath your jaw while you claw at his back, his fingers quickly tracing their way down to your panties. He rubs over them, lightly at first then with more pressure, circling your clit. It makes him happy how vocal you are throughout; he kinda expected you to be the silent type during sex stuff. 

“Hey can I take these off?” Denji asks, playing with a bow on your underwear. 

“Mhm!”

He begins tugging the fabric down eagerly, but is halted by the belts on your stockings. Denji pulls away from you, looking down at the garter like it’s a puzzle. He tries a few more tugs then scratches his chin. 

“Could ya help me?” He mumbles. 

You smile and reach down, swiftly unhooking the straps from your thigh highs before Denji is ripping your underwear down completely. 

“So pretty,” he says. He sits and stares at you for a moment, hands kneading your thighs and practically drooling at the sight before him. You’re glistening.

“Denji. Do something…” you whisper, barely audible over the volume of the tv. 

“Okay,” he breathes. Then he’s leaning down so his face is level with your pussy, sliding his hands over your hips and squeezing reassuringly. First he kisses the crease at your thigh, making you think he’s planning to tease you and take it slow, but then he immediately licks a fat stripe right through your center. You whine his name repeatedly as he starts licking in earnest, and Denji has to hook his arms around your legs to keep you still. 

It’s so sticky. Everything tonight is sticky. Denji wouldn’t want it any other way, though. You taste tangy and a little sweet, and Denji wouldn’t mind dying with this flavor on his tongue. He’s so turned on and it shows! Sucking your clit like it’s his last meal, grinding into the couch and moaning into you—it’s perfect. Like Denji was made for eating pussy. Between your thighs, Denji’s certain he was. 

When you start rocking your hips and panting, he knows you’re getting close, so he digs his fingers into your skin and rubs with his thumbs to try and soothe you throughout. 

“Can’t-can’t take it, Denji,” you almost slur your words. 

He just groans in response, sucking at the same pace he knows is working. You finish in record speed, crying out, and Denji doesn’t waste a drop of your release; he doesn’t stop licking till you have to ask him. 

Then he’s kissing his way up your body to meet your lips again, making you taste yourself. You grab and scratch at his back while you return the kiss, surely leaving him marked with red streaks. And he must like your clawing because that only makes his kissing more feral. It’s still sweet, but now he’s using his teeth. At one point he bites your lip so hard it almost hurts. 

Ugh you like him so much. He’s charming in a stupid way, like he could never trick you or treat you wrong on purpose—that’s why you asked him out. And now that you’re here you feel that energy confirmed; like his intentions are lewd but somehow still innocent. His bite only serves to make you feel yummy instead of scared… and like you want to bite him back.  

Suddenly your hand is on his chest, pushing lightly so he pulls back before he’s letting you flip him over. His grin is shit-eating when you situate yourself atop him, straddling his clothed length. But he’s blushing ear to ear.

“Are you gonna ride me?” He asks. His tone holds the unveiled excitement of a kid unwrapping an Xbox on Christmas. 

“Mhm.” 

How you’re still managing to sound a little shy at this point is beyond Denji. But then you’re scooting back and palming his erection through his boxers, making no comment of the wet spot you left on them where you sat, and causing him to suck in a sharp breath. Then he whines when you pull down the fabric to spit on his dick. 

There, Denji has his second lightbulb moment of the evening; you don’t have two personalities—you are really timid—you’re just also really horny. Horny enough to throw away your inhibitions and line him up with your entrance after just a few lazy strokes of your hand. She’s an angel. 

“‘M putting it in now,” you murmur, locking eyes with Denji. He nods with a squeeze of your hips. You sink down slow on his length, one palm flat against his chest as you hold your breath due to the stretch. You both release a shaky exhale when you finally bottom out. 

“Fuck.” Denji breathes, digging his fingers into your curves and resisting the urge to buck up into you. So wet. 

“Y’feel… you feel.. so soft.”

What Denji really wants to say is that you feel like relief. He was verging on painful levels of hard during foreplay—it’s a wonder he didn’t cum from grinding on the couch. And it’ll be a wonder if he can last long now. From your pretty expression and warm walls, to your cute breathing, to your outfit—all Denji would have to do is think a little harder and he could finish before you even started moving. He has to take a few steadying breaths and hold you down a moment so he’s certain he can last longer. 

When he lessens the pressure of his hands holding you down, you know you’re good to move. 

So you try a hesitant rock of your hips, biting your lip to hold in an early moan. You’re so full! Denji just verges on too big—but with how drenched you already are, his size is fitting perfectly. So perfect that you find yourself instantly addicted. 

You roll your hips a bit faster the next time, making Denji swear under his breath. Then again, then again, till his grip on your sides grows bruising and neither of you can hold in your whiny moans. When you peek at his face, Denji seems to be enjoying himself but he’s still holding his composure well… and what you really want is to see that composure break. 

So you switch up your movements, pushing up with your knees and hands instead of rocking, then letting yourself fall with a wet slap. It feels so nice that you can’t stop. Now you’re tucking your feet so your weight is on your toes to go faster, gaining a rhythm while Denji spasms below. 

He can’t stop himself from bucking up into you anymore, he can’t even control his voice, whimpering how you’re so hot and so tight over and over. You’re no better; your whines are probably heard throughout the whole apartment complex. Not that you care by now—Denji may be losing his composure but so are you. 

Every bounce feels delicious, his cock hitting a deep spot that has you seeing stars while his rough hands play with your tits. You can’t hear the movie anymore; it’s just fuzzy background noise behind the clapping. You can’t even feel the pain of Denji’s fingers turning aggressive, tugging and pinching your nipples, you’re too caught up in the animalistic fucking. 

“You f-feel... s’good,” Denji says, leaning forward to capture a nipple in his mouth. You look down when he pulls it gently between his teeth, making lidded eye contact. You slow down a bit and lean forward, resting your burning thighs for a moment.

“H-how... how good?”

Denji’s mouth pulls away with a soft pop.

“Like-haah!” He throws his head back when you start picking up speed again. “Like soo good. Like ‘m getting swallowed up. Your pussy’s just.. it’s just..” 

You lean down to meet his lips sloppily before pulling back again. 

“It’s- perfect,” he slurs. You smile and sit up, using your feet for stability again to fuck him harder. 

“M’getting… I don’ think I can.. last much longer..” Denji says, wrapping his hands around your hips to guide you up and down. 

You can only whine in response, leaning back on one palm and lifting a leg a bit while you bounce. The new angle is deep, pounding your g-spot and knocking the wind out of your lungs. It feels too good, too fast—you know you won’t last long either. 

You find your voice to say his name. Over and over until you're almost yelling everytime Denji meets your hips. Denji subconsciously notes that this is the loudest he’s ever heard you talk. 

Then you’re coming—groaning and gushing—and you lean forward again to dig your nails into Denji’s ribs. It’s the kind of release that hits you like a truck, dulling all senses but the one between your legs, dulling all senses but him. 

Denji squeezes his eyes shut as you clamp down on him, overwhelmed by the sweet pressure but scared to come inside you. Till you’re mumbling, “s’okay.. okay.. in me,” and Denji doesn’t question it. 

You sigh as you feel his hot cum fill your womb, thankful for the birth control you painstakingly swallow every morning. 

Then you’re collapsing on top of him, still twitching slightly from orgasm, and tired beyond belief. 

You both lay for a while, panting—you staring at the purple love bite left on his neck while he traced shapes on your shoulder, his soft cock still inside you. The movie is reaching its resolution in the background. Then he’s shifting to grab something off the floor, and holding up your lacy panties that you wore earlier.

“Can I, uh… keep these?” 

You’re a little caught off guard; Denji’s been a better gentleman than most men you’ve had the pleasure of hooking up with, and none of them ever asked to keep your used underwear before. But you’re a little happy… it’s satisfying to know he’s as much of a perv as you are.

 “Sure.” 

Hehe anon i hope you like this, i appreciate u!!! yay csm premiere tmrw!!

#denji x reader #csm x reader #denji/reader #denji x you #denji x f!reader #chainsawman/reader #denji smut

[floralcyanide]

Soco Amaretto Lime

Jerry Schilling x Reader Smut

request: congrats on 2k!! could i get 12: “I could make you feel better.” w mister jerry schilling?? i love him sm 🙏🏾 by @dilfelvis

hi its mila!! congratulations on 2k 💕 💕 6. “My tongue still remembers the way you taste.” by @sassy-ahsoka-tano

smut prompt #12: "I could make you feel better."

smut prompt #6: "My tongue still remembers the way you taste."

warnings: gender neutral/ afab!reader, smut, mentions of alcohol, underage alcohol consumption, brief cigarette smoking, inexperience, oral (afab receiving), fingering, oral (m receiving), cum eating, throat fucking, all the fun stuff.

summary: When your new neighbor Elvis Presley becomes your best friend, you meet one of his other friends, Jerry. The two of you share a special night together, only to never see each other again. At least, not for many years. What happens when you finally meet again?

word count: 4317

author’s note: welcome to request 5 of my 2k celebration! I have a soft spot for Jerry so this was super fun to write!! I hope everyone enjoys!! (: also, the timeline in this fic is kinda altered because Jerry would've been 18 in 1960, but for plot purposes, we'll say he was 18 in 1954 instead. also I kinda got carried away with the plot I had in my head so I'm sorry if this is kinda long lmao. also if it doesn't flow smoothly, I wrote half of this on campus earlier, and the rest just now so oop. (I don't feel like proof reading my stuff anymore atp sorry lol)

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"I'm gonna stay eighteen forever, so we can stay like this forever.”

ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ, ʀᴇᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇ, ᴏʀ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀs ᴏɴ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ, ᴀᴏ3, ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ, ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴡᴇʙsɪᴛᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ɪɴ ᴀɪ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀs ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴ�� ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀʀᴛɪғɪᴄɪᴀʟ ɪɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴄᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ᴛᴏ sᴇʟʟ ғᴏʀ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

Your neighbor and new best friend, Elvis Presley, was throwing a small get-together at his big house down the road from yours. He’s invited you, insisting that you meet his other friends and family. You oblige, deciding that getting out of the house would be good for you. Besides, you got a nice new outfit you wanted to show off. Maybe you’ll make some new friends.

You’re studying yourself in the mirror, repeatedly fixing your hair to get it just right. You aren’t impressing anyone in particular, but you never know. Dusting yourself off, you head downstairs and bid farewell to your parents as you swing the front door open. You begin your half-mile trek to the Presleys, kicking at rocks in your way every now and then. It’s a mild day temperature-wise, so you aren’t surprised to see Elvis tossing a football back and forth to some of his friends when you finally reach Graceland. Elvis spots you and immediately waves you over to him excitedly.

“Hey! I’m glad you made it,” he yells, tossing the football to one of his buddies before meeting you halfway in the yard, “Let me introduce you to some people.”

You follow Elvis to where his friends are standing and talking amongst each other. They pause when they notice the two of you approach.

“This is cousin Billy,” Elvis gestures to a boy with dark hair, “This is Roger,” he then points to another guy with red hair, but your eyes land on the taller person next to him with sandy hair.

“This is Jerry. Say hi, Jerry,” Elvis slaps a hand onto his shoulder, grinning at you.

“Hi,” Jerry says a bit awkwardly, but you smile at him.

“Everyone, this is Y/N. They live down the road,” Elvis returns to his spot next to you.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N!” Billy says, and Roger nods at you. Jerry remains quiet, looking down at his feet.

“Don’t mind Jerry, he’s a little shy is all,” Elvis jokes, causing Jerry’s face to flush slightly.

“I completely understand. I’m kinda shy too sometimes,” you say, trying to make the sandy-haired boy feel better.

“Now, who wants to play some football?” Elvis grins, motioning for Billy to toss the football back to him.

The five of you play a few football games before Gladys beckons everyone inside to get washed up for lunch. Three of the guys make a beeline to the front door while you hang back with Jerry, who is moving a little slower.

“So,” you say, walking alongside him, “How old are you?”

“I’m eighteen,” he says, glancing over at you, “How about you?”

“Same,” you say, shielding your eyes from the glaring sun, “How do you know Elvis?”

“Believe it or not, we met playing football several years back,” Jerry chuckles, opening up to you a little.

“Really? That’s fun. Do you guys play football a lot?” 

“It’s few and far between now that Elvis is getting attention for his singing, but he tries to make time,” Jerry says, opening the door and letting you walk inside ahead of him.

“That’s good! I’m glad Elvis makes time for the little stuff,” you turn around to look at Jerry and walk with him to the washroom.

The both of you take turns washing up before heading to the dining room, where everyone but Billy is seated.

“Billy! Hurry up!” Elvis calls from the table, where everyone has now sat down.

“Imma comin’!” Billy shouts back from the kitchen.

He comes out with a pitcher of sweet tea and carefully sits it down at the center of the table before taking a seat across from Jerry, who is next to you. Everyone enjoys lunch and casually converses, including you and Jerry. You learn a lot about his everyday life, and he learns about yours. Every now and then, you’ll look up to see Elvis smirking at you knowingly. You just roll your eyes at him and look away.

The afternoon seems to go by quickly after lunch. You and the group of guys gather in the living room, and Elvis plays his vinyl collection. You all take turns dancing with each other.

“Would you care for a dance?” Jerry asks abashedly, scratching the back of his neck while avoiding eye contact.

“I’d love to,” you smile, taking Jerry’s offered hand.

The boys all watch the two of you dance in rhythm to the music. Billy nudges Elvis, who is still nose deep in his collection, searching for the next one to play. Elvis observes Jerry and you carefully, a smile growing on his face at the sight of his friends getting along.

The album ends, and Elvis and his friends all clap at your dancing skills, and you take a bow with your face burning in slight embarrassment. Jerry just stands next to you with a blush taunting his cheeks. You glance at the clock, noticing it is almost time for dinner at your house.

“Well, I best get going,” you sigh, turning to Jerry, “It was nice meeting you!”

“You too,” he says, his gaze lingering on you as you bid farewell to everyone else.

As you leave, you wonder if you’ll see Jerry again.

It’s now nearing ten at night, and you’re still in your clothes, lying on your bedroom floor as you listen to your favorite album. All you’ve been able to think about all evening is Jerry. You don’t know him extremely well, but well enough to have taken a liking to him. You wonder if he’s thinking about you the way you’re thinking about him. Suddenly, your thoughts are interrupted by a sharp noise. You sit up and look around, unsure where the noise came from. It happens again, and you realize it’s coming from your bedroom window. You quickly get up and go to investigate. Resting your hands on your windowsill, you peer out of the glass, and your eyes fall onto someone standing in the yard.

“Jerry?” you wonder to yourself as you open the window.

“Jerry, what are you doing? It’s late,” you scold, looking behind you to ensure your parents aren’t coming.

“I just wanted to see you,” Jerry shrugs.

You sigh, wondering how you two could hang out without getting caught. Then, you remember your treehouse that’s in the backyard. 

“Do you see that treehouse in the back?” you ask quietly.

Jerry steps backward, studying the dimly lit backyard before nodding.

“Meet me there,” you say, fighting a giddy grin.

“Alright,” Jerry says.

You pull away from the window before shutting it, smoothing out any wrinkles on your outfit hurriedly as you look around for your shoes. Before leaving your bedroom, you go to your dresser and fish out a pack of cigarettes you’ve hidden from your parents. You didn’t smoke often, but you thought it’d be fun to do with Jerry if he also smoked.

Shutting your bedroom door quietly, you tiptoe down the hall, down the stairs, and through the living room and kitchen to the back door. You shut the door behind you, sneaking through the dewy grass to the treehouse ladder. You climb up and finally reach the top to see Jerry sitting in the corner, waiting for you.

“Hi,” you say, sitting across from him.

“Hi,” he says back.

You look around the treehouse for a moment before spotting the outline of a lantern you left up there, switching it on. There was enough light for you to see the bottle next to Jerry that he brought with him. You raise an eyebrow.

“Elvis got me a bottle to bring to you,” he says, noticing my curiosity, “But you don’t have to drink it if you don’t wanna.”

You shrug, “I don’t mind it. Do you smoke?”

“Only when I’m drinkin’.” Jerry chuckles.

“Alright,” you grin, handing him the pack of smokes with the lighter.

He offers you the bottle, and you break the seal, taking a swig. Your face twists into disgust as the alcohol burns down your throat, “That’s retched.”

Jerry laughs as he lights up a cigarette, taking a puff before handing it to you and taking the bottle from your hands.

“It’s whiskey, it’s not supposed to taste good,” he jokes.

You shrug, lighting your cigarette and taking a drag, “I don’t drink whiskey, so,” you trail off.

The two of you pass the bottle back and forth, taking puffs of your cigarettes as the bottle begins to empty quickly. You’re both now lying on the treehouse floor, staring up at the stars through the open roof, and you’re giggling over something Jerry had said about Elvis. You’re glad to see Jerry’s shyness slowly slip away the more the two of you drink. You both fall silent, and you start thinking about how you probably won’t see Elvis as much anymore with him becoming more musically successful. This also means you may not see Jerry anymore.

Jerry turns his head away from the sky and looks at you for a moment.

“I can hear you thinking too hard.”

You turn your head to look at him, “I’m just thinking about how I may not get to see Elvis as often since he’s getting famous.”

Jerry hums in response.

“And I may not get to see you as often either.”

This causes Jerry to turn his head back in your direction, his blue eyes scanning your face closely.

“You wanna see me?” he questions, “Usually, people care more about Elvis.”

“Well, I care about him, of course. But I care about you in a different way,” you say, focusing on the stars as if they’ll give you the courage to tell Jerry you like him.

“How so?”

You bite your lip, eyes burning into one particularly bright star, “I kinda like you.”

“Only kinda?” Jerry jokes, trying to lighten your obvious tenseness.

You turn to look at him, rolling your eyes and letting out a scoff, “You know what I mean, Jerry.”

“I do,” he says, “But I’d like to see you prove it.”

“How so?” you say mockingly, repeating his words from moments ago.

“You know what I mean, Y/N.”

“No,” you say, “I really don’t.”

Jerry sits up and offers his hands to pull you up with him. You take them and lift yourself from the wooden floor of the treehouse. You almost don’t want to let go of his hands for a second, but he releases your grasp before you can decide.

“Have you ever had a boyfriend?” Jerry asks, and you furrow your eyebrows.

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“Well, I’m trying to ask if you’ve ever kissed anyone without blatantly asking. Because I want you to kiss me.”

“Oh,” you say, feeling heat rise to your cheeks, “You could’ve just asked.”

“You know I’m not good with being out there with other people,” Jerry says, his drunken honesty showing.

“True,” you giggle.

You stare into Jerry’s eyes, moving closer to him. 

Both of your knees are pressed against his, your body almost involuntarily moving closer to his because of the intoxicating proximity. The truth is, you’ve kissed a boy before. But not one that you were attracted to like you were with Jerry. You glance down at his lips as you lean into him, reaching a hand up to cup his cheek. You close your eyes before letting your lips press to his. And it feels like magic when you do, even if that seems cheesy. Jerry cards his fingers through your hair, pulling you as close as possible. You open your mouth slightly to run your tongue along his bottom lip, and he allows you to slip it inside his mouth. But before you can fully take over the kiss, Jerry dominates your mouth with his tongue. You let him, feeling dizzy with growing lust. You’ve never done anything other than make out in your whole life, so the more intense the kiss gets, the dizzier you feel.

Jerry pulls away for a moment, a string of saliva connecting the two of you.

“Sorry, I don’t want to move too fast if you don’t want-”

You interrupt Jerry by gently kissing along his jaw, nipping at the skin lightly as he shakily inhales. You return to his lips, kissing him deeply. He returns the kiss with equal passion, his fingers curling into your hair and pulling a little. You quietly moan at the motion, allowing Jerry to slip his tongue back into your mouth. As the kiss gets more heated, you climb onto Jerry’s lap, much to his surprise. He removes his hand from your hair and places both hands on your hips, his fingers digging into your skin when you press your core against his. Jerry pulls away from the kiss again; this time, his eyes are no longer blue from how large his pupils have grown.

“I uh,” he says, unable to look away from your lips and unable to look you in the eye, “I’ve never done anything like this.”

“Me either,” you say, “I can stop if you want me to-”

“No,” Jerry says, stroking your face, “I want to take care of you.”

Jerry slowly guides you off his lap, “Lay down.”

You do as told, and Jerry hovers over you, giving you a kiss before slowly making his way down your neck. He leaves open-mouthed kisses on your skin until he reaches the top of your shirt. He pulls the hem up to reveal your stomach, where he continues to pepper kisses, and you fight the urge to laugh from how it tickles. 

Jerry runs a finger along the waistband of your bottoms, “Is this okay to take off?”

“Yes,” you say, growing slightly nervous.

You’ve never let anyone near you like this before, so you’re a little worried. You’re a little drunk but trust Jerry nonetheless. Besides, sober you wouldn’t allow yourself to be so bold and willing. At least you aren’t alone in not having done anything sexual in your life, so you don’t expect this situation to be perfect. But hopefully, it’ll still be fun. You push your nerves away as Jerry pulls down your bottoms and underwear simultaneously, gently laying them next to your legs. You almost feel the urge to cover up as Jerry has his eyes on your half-naked body. He leans down on his forearms before moving his face downward. You feel his breath against your sensitive skin. Carefully, Jerry licks a stripe up your slit, gathering the small amount of arousal that resulted from the intense make-out session. He circles his tongue experimentally around your clit when he finds it, which makes you let out a shaky moan. It feels too good. Jerry continues the exhilarating movement, going faster as you let out the slightest noise. Your hands fly to his sandy hair when he dips his tongue into you, lapping at the growing wetness. He runs his tongue up and down your slit before gathering up spit and letting it fall onto your bundle of nerves. Jerry then swirls his tongue around it again, nipping at it with his teeth very softly to see how you react. You accidentally let out a loud moan, and your hand covers your mouth quickly. Jerry chuckles before he envelops your clit with his lips, sucking lightly and gauging your reaction with his pupil-blown eyes. You look down at him, your mouth covering your muffled moans. Jerry starts to suck a tad harder, before switching between kitten-licking at the bud and sucking harshly. You try your best not to wiggle around or make any noise, but the way Jerry makes you feel is making it difficult.

Jerry then gathers your slick with a finger, still assaulting your clit as he gently pushes in a finger. When he curls it, you have to bite down on your knuckle to keep quiet. Shortly after, Jerry adds another finger, and then a third as you grow impossibly wetter from the stimulation. He finds the sensitive spot inside of you, rubbing it with his fingers as he licks your sensitive bundle of nerves. You’re so close to orgasm, and it’s an intense feeling. Your stomach is in knots, and your body shakes from the newly experienced pleasure. Your thighs clamp around Jerry’s head as the knots come undone, pleasure overcoming you in waves. Your chest heaves as Jerry licks you and his fingers clean. He sits up and watches you twitch from your orgasm, softly running a hand over your thigh.

“That was,” you say shakily, “That was amazing. How did you know to do all of that?”

“I’ve seen some things but have never done it until now,” Jerry says, his face turning red.

He helps you get your bottoms back on after you offer to take care of him. He politely declines, saying it could be saved for next time. 

Except, that would be the last time you saw Jerry. Elvis rose to fame very quickly, and Jerry and cousin Billy joined him on tour, and every tour after that. Years go by, and you never forget your first time with Jerry. You don’t blame him for not seeing you again. He had things to do and take care of. When you’re 21, you finally move out to California for school. You finish school and work odd-ended jobs for a few years until you see that an opening for an internship at NBC is available. On your first day as an intern, you meet producer Steve Binder, who offers you a job as his assistant. This job could open doors for you while you get experience. You accept it right away. 

One day, Steve excitedly tells you about an idea for a comeback special for Elvis Presley. You perk up at this idea, hoping, after all this time, that you’d be able to see your friend again. It’s been nearly 15 years since you last saw Elvis, and so much has happened since then. It’s also been almost 15 years since you last saw Jerry. You and Steve work together to develop ideas for the special, bouncing stuff back and forth daily. 

The day you’ve been waiting for finally arrives when Elvis enters Steve’s office to talk to him. Steve is currently doing something else, so you’re in his office instead, organizing some papers. When Elvis enters the room, you almost don’t hear him.

“Y/N? Is that you?”

Your head snaps up at the familiar voice.

“The one and only,” you say, a huge smile spreading across your face, “How have you been?”

Elvis chuckles, walking over to you, “I’ve been dealing. How about you? I never thought I’d see you at NBC.”

“I’ve been wonderful. I came here for university a long time ago and decided to stay,” you explain, and Elvis nods.

“Jerry will be here in a second if you wanna say hi to him,” Elvis says.

“I’d love to,” you say, suddenly feeling nervous at the thought of seeing Jerry again.

You and Elvis continue the conversation until there’s a knock on the doorframe.

“Steve is on his way.”

You look over to see a much older Jerry with longer hair standing in the doorway. His eyes meet yours for a moment before he recognizes you. But before he can say anything, Steve approaches, and everyone dives into a conversation about the special.

You find yourself alone in the hallway outside of Steve’s office after the guys leave, and Steve shows them around the studio. You’re leaning against the wall, flipping through stapled pages of the plan for the special so far. You’re focused on reading until someone taps your shoulder. Turning around, you’re surprised to see Jerry behind you.

“Hi,” you say, surprised.

“Hi,” he says, looking you up and down not-so-subtly.

“It’s been a while.”

“Yeah,” Jerry looks down, “I’m sorry about that.”

“It’s alright, I understand,” you say, “You got very busy very fast.”

“You moved away,” Jerry frowns.

“I did. I moved here for school.”

“Makes sense,” Jerry smiles, “I know you wanted to get into this business.”

You’re surprised he remembers anything you told him about yourself.

“You look good,” you say, eyeing Jerry carefully, taking in how much he’s changed. It was obviously a good change. He is still very much attractive to you.

“So do you,” Jerry says, stepping closer to you, “Are you doing anything right now?”

“Not really, just waiting for Steve’s next appointment in,” you glance down at your watch, “About an hour.”

“Wanna kill some time?” Jerry asks, his eyes not tearing away from you.

“What do you suggest?” you ask, trailing your eyes up his body, knowing what he’s hinting at.

“Follow me, and you’ll find out,” Jerry says, offering a hand for you to take.

For a moment, you hesitate. Did you really want to have sex with Jerry? Not to mention you’re in your workplace- did you want to risk getting caught? But you can't say no when his blue, familiar eyes meet yours. So you throw caution to the wind and take his hand. 

Jerry leads you to a private restroom toward the basement where no one would likely intrude.

“How romantic,” you joke as he opens the restroom door for you to enter.

When Jerry flips the light on and closes the door while locking it, you get down on your knees. You never forgot about him saying he’d let you take care of him the next time, even if that next time was a decade and a half later. So you were ready. Jerry turns around and looks down at you, surprised at your eagerness.

“You said I could take care of you the next time,” you say, running your tongue along your bottom lip with your face level with his zipper, “It’s now the next time.”

“I can’t believe you remembered that,” Jerry says, placing a hand under your chin, his fingers gripping it softly.

“Well, you’re the only man who has ever made me cum while eating me out. It’s the least I can do,” you shrug.

It was true. You’ve been in many serious relationships over the years, but none of them could satisfy you with oral. It was a little tragic knowing that the best you ever had was when you were 18 by an inexperienced guy you had just met. 

“Really?” Jerry exhales, raising his eyebrows in surprise.

“No man has ever made me feel good,” you pout, bringing a finger up to trace the outline of Jerry’s dick in his pants.

“That’s because only I could make you feel better, sweetheart,” Jerry lifts your head with his hand still under your chin, “And I will after you suck me off.”

You look up at him as he unbuttons his pants, pulling them and his underwear down, letting himself spring free. You immediately grab his length, circling your tongue around the tip as you feel him grow harder in your hand. Enveloping Jerry with your lips, you let him slide inside your mouth as far as you could allow him. Jerry’s hands steady your head, his fingers in your hair. With your hand, you pump the rest that wouldn’t fit in your mouth. Jerry’s head hits the restroom door he’s in front of, and a groan bubbles out of his mouth. His tip hits the back of your throat as you bob your head. Your hand and head set a rhythm, both moving back and a little faster with each movement. Jerry has to grip your hair in order not to thrust forward. You let go of his cock for a moment and grab both his hips, pulling them forward, wordlessly telling him you’ll allow him to fuck your mouth. 

“Fuck,” Jerry mutters, letting his hips snap forward sloppily. 

You nearly gag but breathe through your nose as best as Jerry’s cock slides down your throat. You hollow out your cheeks as your head bobs to his thrusts, creating a delectable rhythm that causes Jerry to moan. He grips your hair to keep your head still, fucking into your mouth quickly as obscene choking noises fill the room. You don’t mind, though. You thought about this experience many times when you were younger. Now that it’s come to fruition, you will gladly be cock drunk. Jerry’s pelvis slams into your face as he gets closer to the edge. You feel him twitching in your mouth with every erratic thrust. Jerry stills his movements, hot spurts of cum shooting down your throat and onto your tongue. Before he can offer a paper towel, you close your mouth and swallow. 

“You didn’t have to-”

“I know,” you shrug, “I don’t mind.”

Jerry just looks at you while completely blissed out, pulling his pants up.

“And you don’t have to make me feel better right now,” you say, standing up and dusting off your knees, “Maybe dinner first, and then you can make me feel better.”

“I think that’s a good idea,” Jerry says.

You walk to the mirror to check your reflection, knowing you probably look like a wreck. Jerry walks behind you, running his hands along your hips as you wipe away the tears that gathered in the corners of your eyes from choking.

“You know,” Jerry leans into your ear, “My tongue still remembers the way you taste.”

A shiver runs up your spine at his words, “If you don’t shut your trap, I’ll take you right here and now, Schilling.”

“Sounds like a deal,” he smirks.

“I think I’m rather hungry, though. Do you think you could behave for a few more hours?” you tease, staring at him through the mirror’s reflection.

“I can, just as long as you behave too,” Jerry says.

“Sounds like a deal,” you repeat his words with a smile.

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Wounded (2/5)

Title: Wounded [AO3]

Characters: The Captain/Havers

Warnings: Spoilers for Series 5

Summary: 3 ways the Captain didn’t find out about Havers’s wound, 1 way he did, and 1 way he might have if life had been a little kinder to them both.

Chapters: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5

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Wounded

Chapter 2: The Letter

The letter arrived from France in the late summer days of 1944.

While the Captain had been able to keep tabs on Havers through official action reports, allowing him to follow his journey from North Africa to Sicily, Italy and finally France, he was always anxious to hear from him in person, especially after battles and skirmishes. Operation Goodwood was no different. It had been a success as far as he knew – one if not the largest tank battle the British Army had fought in the war – but that would mean absolutely nothing if he didn’t hear from Havers soon.

Did that make him a bad soldier? Probably. But the Captain couldn’t bring himself to care. Havers’s letters had kept him sane over the years and kept him going even when his work seemed rather pointless in the grand scheme of things. Their correspondence had started with Havers’s first letter from North Africa, letting him know that he had arrived safely and was well. The Captain had written back that he was glad to hear it, and that Button House was not the same without him – least of all their cricket team. It could have ended there – should have, if the Captain was being honest with himself – but it hadn’t. They had continued writing to each other and Havers, after the Captain had admitted to worrying about him, started sending him letters after every battle he was involved in even if it wasn’t his turn to write – all just to let the Captain know he was okay.  

The Captain couldn’t even begin to put into words how much that meant to him.

The wait for Havers’s letter after Operation Goodwood was longer than usual. The more days passed, the more the Captain found himself tense and on edge, causing him to snap at his personnel for something minor he probably would have laughed at only a week before. He was sure it was quite a relief not just him but for everyone when Havers’s letter finally arrived from the front one sunny morning in late August.

The Captain had expected it to contain the usual message: the operation went according to planl, we drove the enemy back, I am unharmed and well.

What he read instead was: I am sorry to say that Jerry finally got me. It was luck on the enemy’s part, no doubt, as I saw the grenade coming but did not manage to duck quite quickly enough. The blast showered me with shrapnel, some of which caught the left side of my face, neck and side. I’m happy to report nothing vital was injured and the nurses reassure me that the scar I have now running down my face has done nothing to diminish my handsome looks. I don’t think anyone has ever called me handsome before – I certainly never thought of myself that way – and I had a good laugh about that. I told them they should meet you, sir – that they’d know what true handsomeness looks like then. But of course that would mean you would be here and wounded like me, and as much as I would like to see you again, I’d rather you’re safe and as far away from danger as currently possible.

The Captain didn’t know what shocked him more: the knowledge that Havers had been wounded so badly he would bear the scars of it for the rest of his life or the fact that his former lieutenant had just called him handsome in his letter. The post-scriptum about Havers’s promotion to the rank of major barely registered after that.

That evening when he got ready for bed, the Captain looked in the mirror and took in the lines trailing across his forehead and the crow’s feet framing his eyes, wondering what Havers could possibly find handsome about either of them. Out of the two of them, surely Havers was the one who had been blessed with good looks. Those warm brown eyes, that kind smile that never failed to make his face light up, those strong arms …

He thought of the scar Havers had so briefly described in his letter and found it impossible to imagine that an injury – any sort of injury – could make him look anything less than handsome. He would tell him so in his letter tomorrow.

Perhaps Havers would trust the word of his former captain more than that of nurses.

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So It's Gonna Be Forever

Summary: Joel Miller and Emily Harper have been best friends since 2nd grade and at the end of freshman year become something more. Will they last or will their new label ruin it all. OR Joel Miller gets some lovin' because god knows he deserves it.

Chapter 5

Warnings: Mentions of rough childhood and some violence between father and son. Mentions and allusions to smut but never actually turns into smut.

I understand that this might not be everyone's cup of tea so if it's not for you, just don't read.

If there's anything that is possibly triggering that I haven't mentioned in the warnings please let me know as this is not beta'd and it is very possible that I've missed something.

Warnings🏷: Still mentions of child abuse and things like that but not as prominent as other chapters.

Series Masterlist

Wordcount: 3524

Settling into their grandparent’s house was easy. They weren’t expected to cook anything or put towards the rent and all that was asked of them was that they tried to keep the mess down to a minimum. The terms were easy to agree to and Emily was allowed to visit whenever she wanted which is how they resulted in alternate weekends, one at Emily’s house and then one at Joel’s new home. 

When Joel came home from school on Friday, the week before his graduation, Joel was met with an unfamiliar face in the living room. “Joel, this is the lawyer we were telling you about, to get the house signed over.” 

“So this is the young Mr Miller, nice to meet you, sir. James Hernandez.” The man held his hand out and Joel shook it firmly, nodding politely. “So, it’s quite easy actually. All you have to do is sign a few things and then I’ll handle everything else. That sound good?” Joel nodded and took a seat at the dining table with Louise and James. “You have a read through those and sign where I’ve marked out and then we’ll talk about what will happen in the coming months.” 

After their impromptu meeting, Joel saw the man out and hugged Louise tightly, thanking her and smiling as he saw Emily’s dad pull up outside the house, running out to go tell her the news. “Joel, that’s great, kid.” Jerry smiled and Joel nodded. 

“Yeah, yeah it is. I can’t wait to be honest. It’ll be good.” Joel smiled and Emily squeezed his hand as they both watched Jerry’s car pull off of the curb. He dragged Emily into the house and she laughed prodding him in the sides as he took her bag from her and hung it up at the bottom of the stairs. 

“Emily, glad to have you back, darling.” Louise said, hugging Emily tightly before turning back to the table. “I’m off out this evening and Tommy is out for the night with a friend so try not to leave the house in too much of a state. There’s some leftover pasta in the fridge if you get hungry and I’ll be back a little later.” She commented, hugging Joel and kissing his cheek before heading out of the door. 

Joel turned on the TV for some background noise as he and Emily sat down at the table, determined to revise as much as possible for their finals. “You know, I think we have a decent shot at this.” Emily commented as Joel lifted his head up from the table. 

“Speak for yourself but science is kicking my ass.” He grumbled and Emily laughed, reaching across the table and cupping his jaw. 

“You’re gonna do fine, baby. ‘Sides, what’s it matter if you fail one thing? What builder needs to know science anyway?” She asked and Joel shrugged. “You’ve got this, Joel. You remember what your ma always used to tell us before an exam?” She remembered and Joel smiled sadly. 

“Trust yourself. You know more than you think you do.” Joel recited and Emily smiled. “Ok, I get it, I get it. No more lectures, thank you very much.” He sighed and turned back to the pages in front of him, scanning them to find some sense. 

“Come on, we’ve been at this for hours. How about I warm up the pasta and then we’ll watch a movie.” Emily suggested and Joel smiled. 

“Keep revising if you want, don’t let me stop you.” He replied and she shook her head. 

“I’m tired of these equations and, at this point, we’re either gonna pass or we’re gonna fail. Doesn’t make a difference to me and there’s not much else we can do about it.” She pointed out and Joel nodded, standing. “Nope, you go sit down. It’s about time you got to relax, go pick a movie.” She scolded and Joel sighed, walking over to the TV.

As she pulled the pasta out of the fridge, she felt Joel’s arms wrap around her stomach and his head rest on her shoulder. “Thought I told you to sit down.” He just hummed in reply and she chuckled, heating the pasta up in the microwave, reaching up to grab two bowls from the cupboard. “Joel, you’re gonna have to let go of me eventually.” She pointed out but she only got another hum in reply, giggling to herself as she walked around the kitchen with Joel attached to her. Once she’d put the bowls on the dining table, she turned in Joel’s arms and settled against his chest. “What’s gotten into you, huh?” She asked and he just shrugged, pressing another kiss to her temple. She pushed him gently onto the couch and handed him his bowl of food, sitting next to him and looking towards the TV to see what movie he had picked. 

When Louise returned home, the lights had been switched off and the TV was displaying a static screen, the movie had ended a long time ago. She assumed that both kids would have headed to bed but then she saw the two of them entangled on the couch and chuckled to herself. Emily was laid on her back while Joel laid in between her legs, his head rested on her stomach and her hands interlaced behind his neck. Louise knew that her daughter had suspected that there had been something going on between Joel and Emily but didn’t want to bring it up. After seeing them together in person, Louise knew that it would take the world literally falling apart for the two of them to be separated. She walked into Joel’s room and grabbed the comforter off of Joel’s bed and threw it over the pair of them, watching as Joel shifted his head slightly and held her breath, hoping she didn’t wake him. 

The sun peeking through the windows was what woke Joel up. He felt Emily’s fingers rubbing a gentle pattern on the back of his neck and looked up to find her smiling at him. “G’morning. ” He mumbled and watched her smile widen, brushing back the strands of hair that had made themselves home on his forehead. 

“Mornin’ sleepyhead. Louise headed out somewhere and said Laura would be over at about 3 to pick up something she left the other night but apart from that, just us again.” Joel nodded, kissing her stomach before leaning up and kissing her lips, morning breath be damned. 

“C’mon, get dressed, I wanna show you somethin’.” Joel said, pushing himself up off of the couch and then pulling Emily up after him. The pair worked around each other to get themselves dressed and ready for the day, Emily jumping in the shower while Joel brushed his teeth and washed his face. “Baby?” Joel called out and Emily peeped around the bathroom door. 

“Yeah?” She asked innocently and Joel frowned. 

“Did you move my shirt?” 

“What shirt?” 

“The one that you saw me put on the bed five minutes ago before I went to turn off Tommy’s alarm. I could have sworn I put it on the bed.” He muttered looking around the room. 

“Think you’re goin’ crazy, cowboy. I’ll be five minutes, just need to get dressed, ok?” She asked and Joel nodded, going back to his closet to pull out a different shirt, picking out a white one instead of the black one he swore he had put on the bed. 

When Emily stepped out of the bathroom, dressed in a black shirt that was tucked slightly into her jeans, Joel had to do a double take, looking her over a few times. “You thief. Made me think I was going crazy.” He exclaimed, pinching her sides and grinning at the squeaks that escaped her. 

“Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry. Look, it was there for the takin’. ‘Sides, you’re gonna have to get used to this when I move in with you. How am I supposed to resist a closet filled to the brim with your clothes when it’ll stare me in the face every morning?” She teased and he shook his head, holding her close to him and peppering kisses across her face. 

Joel had passed his driving test and, thanks to the savings he had from working at the garage, he managed to buy himself a decent truck and it was like his baby. He opened the passenger door for Emily and then walked round to the other side, taking her hand and resting it on her thigh, pulling off of the curb and heading towards their surprise destination. 

The pair were driving for around twenty minutes until Joel pulled off of the road and down a narrow path, stopping the car. “Is this where you tell me that you’ve been murdering people for years and that now you’re going to murder me?” She asked and Joel shook his head. 

“Nope, need you, sweet cheeks. There’s something I want to show you.” He held his hand out for her and she took it, following him into a clearing in the trees and sitting down on the grass. 

The trees created a frame for the view in front of them. A lake with ducks and swans floating across it and kids swimming in it, beach balls and floaties strewn across the water’s surface. The opening provided them with a view of the small hill that they sat on, flowers and bees beneath their feet. “Joel, how’d you find this?” She whispered, in awe of the scenery. 

“When I was thirteen, ma was visiting my grandparents and dad was at home, Tommy was out with a friend. He’d been grinding my gears all day and then he said something and I snapped. Left a note in my room and climbed out of my window and ran and ran until I was scared I’d never be found. But I was wrong because no matter how far away I was, she would always find me. From then, she made it tradition that, whenever Tommy was out, after we visited my grandparents, we’d come back here, sometimes with some snacks or a book, other times with nothing but her car. When she first died, I used to come here a lot, leave Tommy with you and come here before or after work, just to talk to her because no one else knew about this place. Meant it was something that me and her had.” He looked at her with nothing but love in his eyes and she leant into him. 

“You didn’t have to-.” 

“I brought you here because no matter what I was going through, you were always the one that put your life on hold to make sure I was ok. You were the one that researched all these little calming tips and learned what it was that made me tick and figured out how to make sure I got over it. I was so certain that, in the middle of me grieving my mom, I was gonna lose you too. I was so scared that you wouldn’t be able to put up with all my bullshit and my insistence that Tommy follow me everywhere and never be at home alone. Truth is Emily, it’s always been you and I don’t know why I was ever scared. Before you freak, this isn’t some fucking long winded proposal speech because, one, I ain’t got the money to buy you the nicest ring this place has to offer but two, we still got the rest of our lives together. I just wanted you to know that I appreciate you, I love you and I want you with me, wherever it is I go. Maybe one day Tommy won’t be right behind us.” Joel ended and wiped the tears from her cheeks, kissing the tear tracks away and holding her close. 

“I don’t know how the proposal speech is gonna go down because that was pretty fucking incredible.” She murmured into his shirt and he chuckled. 

“I’ll figure something out.” He whispered in her ear and she smiled, lifting her head from his chest and grimacing at the wet patches on his shirt. “It’s fine, don’t worry about it.” He assured her and laid back on the grass, pulling her back with him and looking up at the patch of sky that was visible. 

“Never realised how much of a romantic you are Joel Miller.” 

“Would I increase my romantic rating if I told you there were snacks in the back of the car because I had imagined this as some kind of cheesy date?” He asked sheepishly and she gasped, turning to look at him. 

“Are you serious? Of course it would? Do the snacks involve Doritos?” She asked and he smirked. 

“Doritos and those fruit snack things you love.” He added and she grinned jumping up and running back to the truck, grabbing the bag full of snacks he had hidden under his jacket. 

“Joel Miller I have never wanted to suck your dick more.” She commented and he let out a low chuckle, content as she sat between his legs and rested her back against his chest, feeding him Doritos every so often. “Hey Joel?” She muttered and Joel hummed, Emily feeling the vibrations through his shirt. “What’d you name your kids?” She whispered and he smiled. 

“Sarah for a girl. If it was good enough for ma, it’s good enough for me. But, your opinions matter more than mine, you’d be carrying the bean round for nine months.” He replied, his voice low and steady and Emily’s heart warmed. 

“You think about kids with me?” She asked and Joel just huffed. 

“Did my long winded speech not get anythin’ into that skull of yours? I want everythin’ with you. Kids, marriage, house and a car with a dog that’ll protect you when I’m not there. Want to be there for everything. What about you? What’s your ideal kids name?” Joel asked and Emily shrugged. 

“I like Sarah. It not too far fetched but you don’t bump into one every day, know what I mean. Plus, it has meaning behind it. I love Ellie. I’ve always loved Ellie.” She answered and he chuckled. 

“Well if we ever have a boy, we’re screwed.” Joel said and she nodded. 

“Well you took your grandpa’s middle name as your name, right? And Tommy just got a shortened version of his first name.” Joel nodded and looked at the watch on his left arm. 

“It’s been a tradition for a while. The oldest boy takes the parents middle name as their first name but my mom and Aunt Laura were the only kids my grandma had so that tradition restarted with me.” 

“Little Matthew Miller. I don’t know, Joel. I think it fits.” She said and Joel rolled his eyes. 

“Hate my middle name. Tommy’s isn’t much better to be honest.” Joel grumbled. “Tommy Brandon Miller.” Joel laughed and Emily shook her head. “Yeah, they don’t exactly go together, huh?” 

For the next few hours, Joel and Emily relaxed, taking a well earned break from all their studying and basking in the quiet that the little hideaway provided them with. When they finally returned home, the sun was beginning to set and the pair walked into the house, the smile being wiped from their faces at the sight of Richard sitting at the dining table, the lawyer that Joel had spoken to stood there too. 

“What the hell is he doing here?” Joel growled and Emily noticed her mother and father sat on the couch with Louise, presumably there as a precaution in case things turned heated. 

“I ain’t lettin’ you take Tommy with you. He’s my son and you ain’t just runnin’ away with him.” 

“Where is Tommy?” Joel asked, directing the question towards Louise. 

“In his room, dear. Don’t worry, we aren’t going to leave him out of it, he gets a say too.” She assured but Joel shook his head and went to retrieve his younger brother before sitting across from his father. 

“Go on, explain why you want him to stay with you.” Joel leaned back, arms crossed and Richard stuttered, clearing his throat. 

“I ain’t never done anythin’ to hurt him and I don’t think you’re responsible enough to look after him. Once you’ve left, he’s all I’ve got so I don’t wanna lose him.” Richard said and then turned to Tommy. “You don’t mind stayin’ with your old man a little longer do you, Tommy boy?” Tommy just ignored him and Joel smirked slightly. “What the hell have I done to him?” 

“I didn’t tell him about all the shit you did because I didn’t want him to lose you like I did. I made sure that all your anger came to me so that he still saw his dad as his hero, just like I wish I could have. All the beating I took just so that you were level headed when you spoke to him and mom. I ain’t lettin’ you take him away after I’ve spent the last three years steppin’ up for him. No way.” Joel finished, trying his best to stay calm, watching Richard and Carol give him a reassuring smile while Emily simply sat between them, watching on in anticipation. 

“Well, I’m gonna be the bigger man and let my son have a choice.” Richard said and Joel looked at Tommy, noticing how he avoided his father’s gaze and looked straight at Joel. 

“Hey, you don’t gotta go with him if you don’t want. You know I’m more than happy to keep you as close as possible and that grandma has been more than happy to have you here. Don’t expect me to give all that up just because he’s suddenly decided to step up. It’s in your hands ok? You say the word and I’ll sort it.” Joel promised and Tommy frowned. 

“I don’t wanna go with him Joel. I don’t want him to stop me seeing everyone again. I just got grandma back but you’ve been so happy now that you ain’t gotta worry about me. You and Em are gonna move in together, get married and I don’t wanna get in your way and-.” 

“Tommy Miller I promise you that you are never in my way. You always have and always will be my top priority, for as long as you need to be. How many times have I told you that, huh? Ma raised us to be close and that ain’t never gonna change no matter where you live. He tries to stop you talkin’ to me and I find a way around it. Do you understand me?” Tommy nodded and glanced at Richard, shaking his head. 

“I don’t wanna stay with him. I really don’t wanna say with him.” He whispered and Joel nodded. 

“It’s okay, little brother. I’ll figure somethin’ out, ok?” Joel said softly and Tommy nodded while Richard scoffed. 

“I’m his father, I’ve got custody of him and he ain’t livin’ under anyone else's house.” He exclaimed but Mr Hernandez raised a hand and stood. 

“Tommy is in the right frame of mind to chose where he lives and a court would allow-.” 

“He’s an abuser, an alcoholic and a fucking bastard right down to his core. He used to hit my ma, he’s hit me and I swore I’d never let him hit Tommy. I’ll take custody of Tommy, I’ll be his legal guardian and-.” 

“Woah woah. Joel, calm down. Honey, you can’t go sayin’ all this. You’re 18, you haven’t finished school-.” Carol tried but Joel just shook his head, looking at Tommy.

“I promised ma and I promised myself that you’d never go through what we did. You’re my little brother and I ain’t about to let you get hurt by him because that’s what’ll happen. He’ll go back to the bars and he’ll expect you to take over and I know how that feels Tommy.” Joel then turned to Richard and shrugged. 

“Joel, let me take custody. I’ve got more chance of winning a case than you, more experience that they’ll take into consideration. I’m not going to stop Tommy from seeing you whenever he wants and I can promise that you’ll still be as close as you are now. You’ve got so much responsibility on your shoulders, let me take this ok?” Louise spoke and Joel sighed, looking at Tommy who nodded with a small smile. 

“Fine.” Richard stood from his chair with a huff. “I’m not wasting my time with this shit or the money that a court case will cost. You want to keep them then be my guest.” He said to Louise and then left the house, Joel feeling his shoulders relax, standing to see James out before Tommy threw himself at Joel’s chest, wrapping his arms around him. 

“Thank you. Thank you for fightin’ for me.” Tommy muttered and Joel smiled, wrapping his arms around Tommy in return.

“I’ll always look out for you, baby brother. Even when no one else is.”

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[nityarawal]

We left messages for Amanda and Debbie in Executive. Do you need their numbers? I prefer Amanda. 

She helped with the airbnb bank fraud last year.

I need refunds on all scams now Paige. You and Amanda settle this tonight. Judges want current bank statement to so they can forgive debts from local scams at court/bank & Sheriff- who got busted on foul play.

Thanks!

Nitya 

Yeah- California is the abortion & rape = baby factory State!

Could you please confirm this is a fake check? Sal has made mistakes before and seems sort of senile about continuum with BBVA since he's so new! Please let Idyllwild Town Crier know to stop Trafficking our peeps on Cons. They shouldn't advertise this and a murderer sex offender in one week right?

Could you send latest statement for my judges so they can forgive my registration fees due to PNC management robberies in covid with Mary Sue Haney.

This was bank fraud there. We don't trust the 22.7m federal employees raping our mothers and stealing. Please fire Sal.

Sent to my boss Sue-

Sal- the manager said it was a fake check and refused to cash it! He's a a**hole! I had to get Jerry Sue Haney fired. Do you want executive number? He's likely a fraud- not your check! Lol 

I will let executive office know. He's also had a senior moment about my last 7 years of banking there. 

Lmk if you can call them & fix it with Wells Fargo? Also- I mentioned I can't launder money in any way on the rental. I am on a state stipend- not enough- but they would've withdrawn my food and pay if they thought there was a way to Capitalism on us again! 

---------- Forwarded message ---------

From: nitya rawal <[email protected]>

Date: Tue, Oct 17, 2023, 6:24 AM

Subject: Re: Resume For Driver Job

To: Sue Patrick <[email protected]>

Aloha! You got all my responses via text? Did you get a place secured here? Are you still coming on 20th? 

I'm moving into a new place & seeing Dr's but will be available. 

Lmk if you need anything and did you send check? I didn't see anything last week! You said you'd send tracking too so maybe didn't get to it? 

I am most often texting. Email isn't as reliable. Maybe I'll open another acct. Tmobile also is spotty in Riverside. 

Country life is simple.

I try to exonomise and only run into towns when need to! (:

Hope packing is going well.

Blessings & Peace,

Nitya 

On Wed, Oct 11, 2023, 11:04 AM Sue Patrick <[email protected]> wrote:

Congratulations You have been chosen for the Job you have all I have been searching for as an Experienced Driver I can't wait to meet you in person meanwhile I will be in Idyllwild , CA for the next 4 months. Anyway I am particularly glad you are willing to be my driver. I will want you to know that I will be responsible for the ( Car hire cost and the Gas fee)All I will be needing from you are your driving skills.  I also would like to bring to your notice one more time that I found a car which I will be renting, it's a Mercedes-Benz G 63 AMG ( 2017 Model )so I will make arrangements for the car rental and then will let you know ahead of time when it will be delivered to your address.

IMPORTANT NOTICE: My arrival date remains Friday 20th of October All flight details / itinerary will be emailed to you in advance prior to my arrival so as to give you ample time to get yourself prepared and ready.

PAYMENT TERMS: This is my second time, my first was 3 yrs. ago . I would be glad if you can help me check around for luxury apartments close to you, an apartment that is very classy and if possible has got a Jacuzzi, if not I am already working on securing an apartment for myself. Concerning the payment, I will send you a payment in the form of a check which will contain payment for your first week duties and the amount needed for the car rental. Once you receive the check, I want you to have the check deposited at your bank, deduct the sum of $485 as payment for the first week's service and then have the remaining funds on the check as payment for the car rental so they can start processing the delivery of the vehicle to your address as soon as possible.

Furthermore, I will be happy if you could get back to me with the following details of yours so that the payment can be issued out to you right as soon as possible and delivered via postal mail. Also I need you to confirm that your details and address are correct to avoid any mistake during delivery by the postal service company .

To proceed, email me the following:

Full name:

Street Address:

City: State

Postal code:

Cell and Home:

Age:

Alternative Email address:

I will appreciate your quick response if you are completely satisfied with the offer as I am willing to go ahead and issue out the funds by this week for the payment of your first week's service and for the car rental.

I look forward to your quick response.

Best Regards,

Thanks.

On Sunday, October 8, 2023 at 02:08:31 AM GMT+8, nitya rawal <[email protected]> wrote:

Yes, I am interested in the position. 

On Sat, Oct 7, 2023, 7:20 AM Sue Patrick <[email protected]> wrote:

Thanks for the reply it was highly appreciated, I will be staying in the area of Idyllwild, CA for 4 months your services will be needed only for  2 days in a week is a part time Job and flexible I don't think this will disturb your other Jobs,

Please kindly confirm the following questions to proceed:

1. Would you be available to drive me during the weekdays, basically on Mondays?

2. Apart from Monday, Would you be able to drive me on Friday ( evening shift )?

3. Do you have mailing experience via ( UPS or FED-EX )?

PAY: I am offering you $242.5 x 2days = $485 weekly.

A total of 6 hours per week .  

I will appreciate your swift response and get back to me so we can sort out details and proceed further, My Cell phone number is 206-259-5071. You can easily send texts.

Thanks and God bless you,

Dr Patrick.

On Saturday, October 7, 2023 at 03:41:24 AM GMT+8, nitya rawal <[email protected]> wrote:

I am interested in the position. All sounds good so far!

Thankyou for the opportunity! 

I look forward to reviewing your proposal further.

Blessings,

Nitya 

On Wed, Oct 4, 2023, 10:51 PM Sue Patrick <[email protected]> wrote:

Hello,

Thank you for applying. I'm glad to read from you regarding the Personal Driver job. I am looking to hire a Personal Driver Immediately . This is a great opportunity for a dedicated personnel with exceptional driving skills and stellar customer service. This position requires a high level of professionalism, vast knowledge of the surrounding area and traffic rules.  

I'm Dr. Sue Patrick, I'm from Newark, New Jersey. I am 74 years old, educated (Retired Medical Practitioner ),I'm cultural, have got a great sense of humor, good morals, very down to earth and with a noble character. I enjoy meeting people and making new friends, I can say particularly that I do have a very kind heart. Although due to my age I'm hearing impaired so I communicate mostly via text and email. Anything other than that I am fit and healthy .  

I will be coming to your city for the next 4 months for charity work, seminars and a little holiday for myself. As part of my trip, I will be going to leisure spots, cinemas, site seeing, Deaf Culture Seminars etc. I will be spending 16 weeks, so I am going to need a personal driver/chauffeur during my stay, The ideal candidate must be a safe driver with experience and also have some sort of mailing experience via UPS or FedEx as I would be mailing out some charity goods periodically.  

IMPORTANT NOTICE: My arrival date is on the 16th of October so basically I have just over 2 weeks to finalize plans. All flight details / itinerary will be emailed to you in advance prior to our arrival so as to give you ample time to get yourself prepared and ready. On the first day, you will pick me up from the airport and drop me off at the luxury apartment I'm renting. I want you to know that I will be responsible for the ( Car hire cost and the Gas fee ) so all i will be needing you for is your driving skills, that's all. I also would like to bring to your notice that I've found a car which i will be renting for you to drive , it's a Mercedes-Benz G 63 AMG ( 2016 Model )so I will make arrangements with the head office of the car hire company and then will let you know ahead of time when it will be delivered to your preferred location/house.

Hope to read back from you Asap.

Best Regards,

Dr. Patrick.

On Thursday, October 5, 2023 at 06:58:02 AM GMT+8, nitya rawal <[email protected]> wrote:

[thiswasinevitableid]

#6 indruck nsfw? (or sternclay but in that case probably not a Christmas-themed party)

I actually ended up going with Sternclay! Content note: smoking.

06. (1950s) I’m supposed to be at this Christmas-themed singles mixer to meet someone of the opposite sex but I can’t take my eyes off you

When he was a boy, Joseph’s winters were snow-coated. Tonight, there’s no white draping the hillsides; it’s just heaps of cold, gray fog, so thick that it’s only because he just crossed it that he knows the bridge to San Francisco is even there. 

The party isn’t his idea; it’s his mothers, even though she’s hundreds of miles away. When he jokingly pointed out that if she wanted him to meet a nice, Jewish girl, a Christmas mixer wasn’t the best place for it, she’d gone quiet a moment. 

“What I want is you happy. I don’t care much how that’s managed, just that you are.” Her tone tries to lighten, “after all, I met your father in a movie theater.”

What she meant was that she’d sat down on him accidentally in the dark when she was supposed to sit in the next seat over. His father always jokes that true love just fell into his lap.

He turns the car down a street of tall houses bejeweled in colored lights. As empty curb sides become scarce, he decides he must be close to the Owen’s house and pulls into the next empty space. A quick glance in the rear view mirror to straighten his tie and run a hand over his hair, and then he steps onto the sidewalk. 

431 Washington Drive is lit up even brighter than its neighbors, laughter and music reaching him while he’s still two houses away. He follows a pair of young women in red and white dresses up to the door and smiles at Mrs. Owens as she welcomes him in. 

“Joseph! Oh I’m so glad you made it, Louisa was just telling me how terrible the traffic is tonight.”

“It wasn’t too bad, and I was looking forward to tonight too much to miss it.” 

She takes his coat and hangs it by the door, then waves for him to follow her into the living room. A table sporting more food than a grocery store sits against the far wall, a tall, tastefully decorated tree stands in the corner, and the fireplace crackles beneath the clinking of glasses. 

He’s only fifteen minutes late, but pairs and quartets are already forming, and as he walks to where Alex Owens is tending the bar, he counts the number of women eyeballing the room with the same searching gaze he is and doesn’t love his odds when it comes to meeting his true love tonight. 

“Finally decided to try your luck huh?” Mr.Owens slides a martini glass to the man on Joseph’s left, “This is Joe, used to work at the Presidio with me. Joe, this is Rick, Jerry, and, oh, Cynthia, come over here” he waves until a woman with brown curls and a green dress joins them, “this is Joe, the guy I was telling you about. He’s real swell, plus” Owens pats his shoulder, “he’s the real deal; got a medal of honor and everything.”

Cynthia casts an interested smile his way, “You must have done something very brave.”

“I don’t understand. I thought we weren’t involved with the war?”

The man on the other side of the desk looks at Joseph as if he’s a child who still believes in fairies, “We are not at this time. But we have to take all possible measures to be sure we’re prepared for all possible outcomes. And you come recommended to us by the head of our Japanese translation project.”

Well, that confirms his theory that the program isn’t just to train people for diplomatic purposes. 

“Tell me, Mr. Stern, how many languages do you speak?”

“Four, sir, if we count English. Then it’s German, Japanese, and Korean.”

“An interesting combination.”

“I learned two from my family, and Japanese from a neighbor who used to babysit me-”

“And you’re confident in your ability to speak all these languages as well as a native?”

“Yes. If you’re in need of translation in other languages I’m certainly happy to help.”

The man across the table looks at him again. Joseph looks at the desk, searching for any sign of what the man’s name is.

“We need people who are willing to enter German-controlled territory. Including people who could pose as Japanese allies of Germany. Something you could do easily.”

Joseph wants to point out the flaws in that assumption but decides not to get into an argument with someone who seems like he could make him disappear. 

“Are you asking me to be a spy?”

“Perhaps.”

“I, I suppose I’m flattered, sir, but I’m just a nobody clerk who happens to be good with languages.”

The man stands, opens a drawer, and slides a manila folder across the table. Joseph opens it to find five, familiar names on immigration visas.

“Am I correct, Mr. Stern, that those are your family members who fled Germany?”

“Yes, sir. We’ve tried everything we can to get them out, they’re stuck in France and my mother and grandparents are worried sick.”

The man looks at him and he understands how a fly must feel in a web.

“If you accept our offer, those visas will be issued tomorrow.”

“I’m afraid my work overseas is still classified.” He plasters on a smile, “Besides, I’m sure you’re much more interesting than all that ancient history.”

Over the next thirty minutes, he proceeds to have some variation of this conversation four separate times. Each woman he chats with is perfectly nice, and two seem to think he’s very charming, but nothing compels him to keep talking other than the sense it’s what he should do. 

He excuses himself to the punch bowl, internally cursing Owens for telling everyone his name is Joe. He’s Joseph, Joseph Stern, serial number–

No, none of that tonight. Breaking down and ruining someone’s nice Christmas mixer is the antithesis of being polite. 

He’s distracted enough getting his mind right that he doesn’t notice the hand going for the ladle alongside his own. 

“Oh!” He pulls it back with a start, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, I was busy making sure the record didn’t need to be flipped.” An apologetic smile parts and auburn tinged beard and Joseph’s tongue forgets how to make words.

How did he not notice him before? How has the whole room not noticed him and devoted their attention to him? The man is actually taller than him, with hair the same color as his beard and full lips that Joseph wants to sink his teeth into. His deep brown eyes remind Joseph of coffee, warm and soothing as they glitter with the lights from the tree. It’s only when they blink, concerned, that Joseph realizes he’s been staring. 

“No harm done. Here, let me get some for us both.” He ladles out two glasses, passes one over and extends his hand, “I’m Joseph.”

“Barclay.” The hand around his own is warm and big, god what a man could do with hands like that, “are you, uh, enjoying the party?”

“Yes. But between you and me,” he lowers his voice to a whisper, “so far the food is my favorite part.”

“Really? Did you have a favorite?” 

“Those little slices with the salmon mousse. Or the round cookies, those ones, I think they’re called wedding cookies-”

“Uhuh, that one’s an old family recipe.”

“You made them?”

“I made everything except the dips. Mrs. Owens reigns over those let me tell you..”

Joseph stares at the veritable feast of small bites, “All the rest? God, it’d take me a week to do all this.”

Barclay’s smile turns shy, “Nah, it’s not all that hard. A lot of rolling deli meat and sticking toothpicks in things.” His voice is so deep Joseph wants to dive into it and never surface. 

“Mrs. Owens should still count herself lucky that you were around. Are you a friend of the family?” He steps away from the table to let others get a drink, and Barclay moves right along with him. 

“Yeah. I, um, I help them out with things like this.” Barclay stares into his glass and Joseph understands. 

“You’re from the program.”

Barclay winces, “Is it that obvious?”

“No. You were a suit better than anyone here.”

“Not sure that’s true.” Barclay gives him a pointed, appreciative look.

Joseph sips his drink with a smile, “What I mean is, I put it together from the fact you seem sort of separate from everyone even though every woman at this place should be flocking to you.”

Barclay goes pink and all Joseph can think about is chasing the color down his throat and across his chest with his tongue. Then the other man sighs, “Maybe they would, but you’re not the only one who pegged me. Turns out when they find out you did time, most people suddenly have somewhere else to be. You’re the only person who’s said more than two words to me after you worked it out.”

“From what I’ve seen, most people wind up in jail for things that pale in comparison to the real evil of the world.” (And if anyone talks down to Barclay in his earshot they’re getting a shiner that will last a week.”

Barclay raises his eyebrows, “Thought all that was classified.”

“You heard me say that?”

“No, Mrs. Owens was chatting with one of the other guests about it. Oh, here, do you want to sit down?” He tilts his elbow at the small couch near the tree, then moves a pillow out of the way so Joseph can sit first. 

“Yes, well, everyone is very interested in my time overseas.”

“What do you do now?”

His glass pauses halfway to his lips, “you’re the first person to ask that all night.”

Barclay frowns but continues waiting for his reply.

“I teach at the University in Berkeley. Languages, mostly,  for the college of applied arts.”

“Fuck, that sounds terrifying.” Barclay actually covers his mouth, “sorry, we’re not supposed to swear around company.”

Joseph shrugs, “I don’t give a shit”  This marks his greatest accomplishment of the week: making Barclay laugh.

“Now, what was that about my work being terrifying?”

“Having to stand in front of all those people, with all those eyes on you” he shudders, “And be ready to answer any question from people who are convinced they already know everything? No, thank you.”

“I’d say it helps to picture everyone naked but it really doesn’t.”

“Hmm, I guess picturing yourself naked doesn’t work any better.”

“No, but I do have a dream like that at least once a week.”

“Freaky. I have one about trying to make a souffle with only an apron for cover. Which I guess could be scarier if, like, I was cooking bacon or deep frying something.”

Joseph snickers to distract himself from the idea of Barclay in nothing but an easily yanked off apron. 

“Do you cook for a living?”

“Yeah, I’m over at Bettys in Berkeley. Spent most of my life cooking at Amnesty Lodge but, uh, the whole” he mimes a key locking a door, “took me away from there.

“It’s not in the city?”

“Nah, it’s a couple hours up the coast. Have you ever gone up there?”

“From what I hear I’m a bit too square for that neck of the woods.”

Barclay moves a centimeter close, “If you ever wanna go, you can take a ride with me. I’ll make sure no one razzes you too bad.”

The conversation winds here and there, stopping only so they can cede their seats to a couple that’s ten seconds from doing something indecent and to refill their plates. Joseph knows this isn’t what he’s here for, that at this point he doesn’t want to speak or even look at anyone beside Barclay for the rest of the night. 

Fuck it. There will be other singles mixers. Other parties. But there’s no guarantee Barclay will be at any of them. 

As they’re stepping onto the back porch for some air, they’re waylaid by another guest who wants to thank Joseph for his bravery and tell him about his brother who never came home. Joseph offers thanks and condolences in the appropriate order, then excuses himself to the darkest corner of the deck. Barclay joins him, taking a position that means Joseph isn’t immediately visible to people coming out of the house. 

Joseph’s nerves get the better of him, “Do you have a cigarette?” 

Barclay pulls a box from his inside pocket, “I don’t smoke, but having these is a great way to make all the other cooks like me if I’m somewhere new.”

Joseph takes one, leans in so Barclay can light it for him, protecting it from the ocean wind with his hand. 

He takes a drag, then sighs, “I barely do it anymore. But sometimes I…well, I guess it’s this or running screaming into the hills.” 

Barclay tucks the packet away with a sympathetic expression. 

Joseph exhales, leaning his arms on the deck rail, “Can I tell you a secret?”

“Of course.” Barclay mimics his pose, so close their forearms rest against each other and Joseph tries to burn the memory of that feeling into his mind. 

“A lot of my work isn’t classified. I just don’t want to talk, or think, about any of it ever again.”

Barclay gently brushes their hands together, “Why tell a nobody cook that?”

Joseph looks at him and says, with more conviction than he’s felt about anything in months, “Because you aren’t a nobody. You’re talented at what you do, you talk about the people you love like you actually love them, and I haven’t felt so safe, so happy, around someone in a long, long time.”  Reality creeps in from the darkness and sighs, “maybe that’s ridiculous.”

“I don’t think so.” Barclay’s voice is barely a whisper, but his eyes burn with something hopeful and fragile. 

He crushes out the cigarette and straightens, “You said you lived on the Oakland border. Can I give you a ride home?”

“If it’s not too much of a hassle.”

“Not even close.”

“Then yeah, that’d be swell.”

Joseph smiles, “In that case, let’s agitate the gravel, as the kids say.”

He thanks the Owens’ for a lovely time, explains he’s offering Barclay a ride so he doesn’t have to worry about buses and railcars so late at night. As he steers the Chrysler onto the main road, Barclay fiddles with the radio until Peggy Lee croons about winter weather. Joseph steals glances of Barclay’s profile bathed in the lights of town all the way across the bay. 

“Would you like to stop at my place for coffee? We don’t have to, I could-”

“I’d love to.” Barclay smiles almost flirtatiously in the dark cab. 

There are two parties going on further down the street when he pulls into his driveway, but all the houses immediately surrounding his are dark. Barclay follows him inside, offering genuine compliments to his decor as Joseph starts the coffee.

“Oh damn, are those fruit trees?” Barclay peers out a window to the back yard.

“A lemon, two pears, and an apple. I planted them when I bought this place.”

“Seems kinda big for just you. Or do you split it with someone?”

He shakes his head, “Just me. I bought it thinking I’d be married within a year. Four years ago.”

“You ever thought about a roommate in the meantime? I must get lonely.” Barclay sounds concerned, as if he finds the idea of Joseph spending day after day padding through an empty house feeling like a ghost genuinely distressing. 

He glances at Barclay, “I’m considering it.”

Barclay nods, manages to locate the cups on his first try and pulls two down. 

“Barclay? You don’t have to tell me but…what were you arrested for.”

The cook runs his thumb along the handle of a blue mug, “Forgery. But not, uh, not money. Me and a few other people made fake visas to get people out of Germany. Before the war even really started. We got away with it for a while but then something went wrong and we got found out. I took the blame for the whole operation; I didn’t want my friends going to jail. And I, I figured if they could reform the group, they could maybe get more people out.” He chuckles, “only reason I didn’t do even more time was my friend sprung for a really good lawyer.”

Joseph turns the coffee pot off and steps towards him, “I’m going to ask something else. You can say no if you want but if you do please don’t tell anyone what I asked.”

“O-kay?”

“Can I kiss you?”

The apprehension evaporates from Barclay’s face, “Fuck, thought you’d never ask.” He reaches out and drags Joseph to him by his lapels. It’s a lightning strike, his whole body alive and burning in ways he’s never felt. He wants to feel it forever, do it forever, even if all that’s left at the end is his ashes. 

His hands find Barclays hair and burrow into it, clinging to him even as the cook pulls back.

“You’re giggling, baby.”

“It’s, it’s the beard. It actually tickles.”

Barclay smirks, “You usually take your men clean shaven?”

“I….I usually don’t take men at all. Not for lack of wanting to just, for so long if anyone found out they’d fire me or stop trusting me and there was a lot, and I mean a lot riding on me succeeding.”

“If this is gonna get you in trouble-”

“I know there are at least two men in my department who are living together and are as good as married. They’ve taught there for years. But more importantly” he cups Barclay’s face, “I do not fucking care. I’ve given so much for so many people and right now I want to take the one goddamn thing in the world I want.”

Barclay growls playfully, “You’re a real smooth talker, baby. Let you take me any time, anywhere.”

“Bedroom. Now.”

The cook laughs as Joseph drags him down the hall and flicks on his light. When he reclines on the bed, hands behind his head and rumbles, “how do you want me?” Joseph pauses. 

“I…I don’t know. Shit, I have no idea how to do this.”

“Not like there’s a rulebook.” Barclay holds out his hand, guides Joseph to sit on the bed once he takes it, “all I know is I wanna make you feel like a fucking king. After that, everything else is just icing on the cake.”

Joseph glances at the zipper of Barclay’s fly, “Could I blow you?”

“Do you really want to?”

“Yes, badly.”

Barclay quickly undoes his pants and struggles to get his jacket off as Joseph yanks them down to his ankles. His cock is soft beneath his underwear and feels perfect in his hand as he cups it. He’s jerked off plenty, so he uses that as his starting point, rubbing and stroking the shaft until it hardens in his hand. Barclay is already coming undone, has given up on unbuttoning his shirt to tug at the blankets and make pleading grabs in Joseph’s direction. 

“Good?” He smirks as a harder stroke makes Barclay yelp and buck his hips. 

“Uhhuh, so good, aces, baby, baby, fuck you could keep doing that and I’d be in fucking heaven.”

“Not a chance, big guy.” He rubs lazy circles around the head of Barclays cock, pre-cum collecting on his thumb, “you’re in my house and I get to do whatever I want to you.”

Barclay moans loud and long, thrusting into Joseph’s grip.

“And what I want is to blow you until you’re a sobbing mess. Is, is that alright? Talking like that?”

“Do not stop I swear to god.”

He laughs, scooching back so he can lay between Barclay’s legs, “Noted, big guy.” He studies the cock before him, concocting a dozen plans of approach before throwing them all aside and taking as much of it down his throat as he can. 

“Fuck!” Barclay’s thighs tense beautifully on either side of him, “oh god, Joseph-”

“Hands on the blanket, I don’t want you mussing my hair.” He’s not sure why he says it, only that there’s a double thrill in his chest as he does and as Barclay obeys instantly. He licks a stripe up his cock, then returns his attention to the head, sucking and swirling his tongue in whatever ways elicit the most intense reactions from the man beneath him.

“J-Joseph, I’m really close, I, should I-”

“You’re not cumming on me unless you earn it. I can’t stand messes.” He sits up, grabbing the handkerchief from his inside pocket, “so tonight-”

“AH, ahgod, ohfuck” Barclay grins as Joseph jerks him off, “fuck baby that’s so fucking hotah.” He cums in the dark fabric, panting out thank yous as Joseph takes the time to wipe his whole cock clean. Next time he’ll do it with his tongue, assuming Barclay is very good and earns his reward. 

“Please let me touch you?” The request is shy, almost hesitant, and so Joseph takes time to kiss Barclay on each cheek and his gorgeous mouth before standing to take off his slacks. 

“Of course, big guy. How do you want me?”

“Uhhhhh” Barclay stares at Joseph’s cock poking out from under his shirt, “Uh, I mean, can, can you straddle my chest?”

Joseph settles his knees on either side of Barclay. Then his hands whack into the wall as the cook strokes his cock. 

“Wanted to see you like this all night.” Barclay murmurs, free hand reaching up for Joseph’s face, “want to see you every way there is. God, how did none of those gals scoop you up and run off with you. You look like a fucking movie star.”

“Barclay” It’s a whimper, the compliments seeping into his skin to warm him. 

“I wanna make you happy, be so good you’ll wanna, wanna stay in bed all day, fuck, I’m babbling I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, god that’s good.”

Barclay sits up enough to lick the head of his cock, “that’s it baby, relax for me, let go, I’m here, gonna take such good care of you.” Another lick and he’s done for, cumming with a surprised gasp across Barclay’s face. 

He looks down at the cook, who’s wearing a pleased grin.

“I misspoke earlier. I do like something of mine messy: you.”

Barclay laughs, dragging him down into a hug even as he tries to help him clean his face, “I call bullshit on you never doing this before. You’re apple butter smooth to the last.”

“I really haven’t. All that just now I, I didn’t know I had it in me. But being with you made it seem so easy.”

“No kidding.” Barclay chuckles as Joseph uses his sleeve to clean the last of the cum, “hard to find a guy who’ll boss me around but still take care of me. Believe me, I tried.”

“Glad I could provide.”  Joseph rests his head on Barclay’s chest, peace washing over him in unfamiliar waves. 

“Hey, Barclay? Have you ever thought of being someones roommate?”

#sternclay #agent stern/barclay #winter fills #1950s au #historical au #taz amnesty

[koulakoukoula2003]

The Kabal Saga: FILLER

(Community Service/Koula’s Redemption?)

Context: Levi asks for KT’s help and things get a little heated between them. Redemption is seductive. Will serving her community and seeing Levi’s new life coax her into a life of domesticity with him?

For years, KT (Koula) went to the only coffee shop she could tolerate within a 50 mile radius.

Jerry’s.

Nestled at the edge of the city, it was a cosy, underrated joint that hid in plain sight. Despite all the neon signs and flashing lights, Jerry’s never really had the luxury of being full or busy. It is why she liked this place best. In addition to its superfast fibre-optic broadband.

The owner, Jerry, had known KT since she first moved to the country. It was a safe space for her. When she got into trouble, Jerry was there to help her out. Patch her up. Cover for her. Jerry was the guy. The rapport was unmatched, and much of that is because Jerry used to be a father to a son who she reminded him of.

Before owning Jerry’s, Jerry was an engineer, a hard-working one at that. He worked at the Most profitable investment company in the country and managed to send his son abroad to study and experience life. Things he never got the opportunity too.

But tragedy struck when Jerry’s son got mixed up with the underworld. His son craved the flash, the money, the girls. He wanted to get rich quicker so he opted to do a drop for some product. Little did, Jerry’s son know, that it was a draw out. He was used as bait and was mistaken for a double crosser. He laid his in own blood for days before he was recovered and sent back to his father in an urn.

Jerry had a breakdown. His only son. Stolen from him all because of someone’s mistake. He was the only reminder Jerry had of his wife. Therapy and holistic care helped Jerry, a collaborative community effort initiated by the Mayor’s and the Attorney General’s office. He found meaning to life again.

Jerry rekindled a passion of his to help him heal. He finally opened the coffee shop he would tell his wife all about and pestered his son over whenever he called from abroad. He made beverages because it was the only thing that reminded him of his son.

KT being a loyal patron of Jerry’s was no coincidence. She knew Jerry’s son and the moment she saw his photo on the shop wall it clicked who he was. Whether it was KT’s conscience or not was up for debate. She didn’t order the hit on Jerry’s son. He was just at the wrong place and the wrong time. She didn’t kill him, all KT did was provide a description. One that was interpreted incorrectly and Jerry’s son paid the price. KT did the right thing by sending him back to his father at the very least.

So now as she visit’s Jerry’s this evening, as she had done so for year, laptop in bag ready to recover the losses from her destroyed lair, Jerry lined her up with her favourite drink:

“You cannot be serious?”

That voice paralysed KT. Not again with these encounters. Her and Levi had to stop meeting her like this, catching her of guard.

“Leave the girl alone Levi. She’s a sweetheart with a sweet tooth.” Jerry spoke lovingly about KT who at this point, spoiled her like his own kid. Of course he would, KT always gave her favourite guy massive tips. He learnt to just accept them after a while as she used to snap at him if he didn’t accept.

“Jerry, if we bleed this walking cavity magnet now; ants would swam her and carry her corpse back to their colony.” Levi deadpanned.

Jerry guffawed as KT cringed where she stood, readjusting her glasses and picking a the fibres of her oversized hoodie. It was only the other week that he met her in Tesco raiding the sweets aisle.

Levi meant no harm really. It was fun to cut the cocky girl. Especially now that he could see how flustered she was all over again. He scoffed and shook his head. It was cute.

Levi refrained from anymore digs because in truth he was glad to see her (despite their encounter when he held her up against the wall). He needed a favour and it seemed like the stars had aligned for him tonight - not that he believed in that ‘celestial bullshit’ (as he so lovingly put it to Jerry).

His kids at school needed to improve their aptitude scores in order to even compete against privately educated brats for secondary school places.

He wasn’t the greatest at tech, but he knew damn well that if there was a way that he could improve his kids reading, comprehension and reasoning skills, it would be through technology, and who better to ask than the hacking queen herself. The least she could do is do her bit for society and prevent kids from falling into their dark world...

The Kabal Saga: FILLER

lemme tag the squad: @nathalunalune @nighttimescribbles @shrekisshrimpthesimp @tonaken @killerbananas @ushiwhacka @dassmyname @slavanimesimp

ex-assassin now substitute teacher!Levi x hacker!OC

"Thanks, Jerry," Koula took her drink and nodded at the old man, choosing to ignore Levi entirely and head straight for the booth in the corner that was almost always reserved just for her.

Good thing she was wearing the sunglasses (even though it was night outside) and the black facemask and the hood of her dark blue hoodie on too of her head, covering her face entirely. Levi couldn't see her frown so deeply but he was willing to bet she was.

She didn't know Levi - the fucking Cleaner - was a regular in this place. If she'd known she'd let Jerry know so that he'd be more careful.

Koula settled in the booth and sank further beneath her hoodie, sneaking the paper straw of her drink beneath the facemask and sipping her drink, staring at Levi making his own order at Jerry, a black french coffee, no sugar — or something like that.

She took out her laptop and placed it on the desk opening it and started typing right away. She could have sworn, she only took her attention away from him for a second. She pulled her head from behind her laptop's screen and she finally looked up only to see him settling on the seat in front of her.

Koula hid behind her laptop's screen again, pretending to not see him and Levi held back a chuckle, resting his drink on her table.

"We need to talk." Levi said.

"Huh?"

"I need KT's help."

"She's out of business."

"Really?" Levi arched an eyebrow. "Then why does she still code the Chinese black market's sites on the darkweb?"

Koula's eyes widened and she looked up at him, taking off her useless sunglasses and her facemask.

"How did you find out about it?!?"

Levi smirked. "I just did."

Koula groaned. "So what? A girl gotta make a living somehow. It's not like I'm killing people."

"But you help the Chinese sell human innards. You might as well have."

He was right but there was no way her ego would let her admit that. Koula hid behind the screen of her laptop again and she continued typing.

"Oh, please, do you even know who's behind the human trafficking business?" Koula arched an eyebrow. "CIA. And do you know who introduced them into it?" She smirked. "Your old buddy, Irvin Pavlov. So don't talk to me about crime."

"Then why are you helping them?" Levi arched an eyebrow and she bit the inside of her cheek.

"I've got my reasons."

"I know better ways to utilise your skill. Saint Clementine's school has an open place for an I.T. teacher."

"Really? How much would that pay?"

"A decent salary enough to get a normal house and live a normal life."

"A normal life...?" She finally pulled her attention from her laptop and she looked at him. What the hell was he even talking about? A normal life? "That's impossible for certain people, and you know it."

"It's only impossible because you say it is."

Her frown dropped and it was enough to let him know that she was considering it. What was he trying to do? Convince her to settle down? That was ridiculous. She couldn't settle down when she had seen the worst in this world. How could she crawl back up from the underground and pretend that it doesn't exist?

Levi sighed. He didn't have all night. He should get home soon. "I'm a substitute teacher in Saint Clementine's. I want to make their learning easier. Engineer a software for me. Help me help those kids."

"How much will you pay me for it?"

Levi stood up to leave. "I won't pay you anything. I have a nephew to raise." He took his black coffee with him. "Are you going to do it, or not?"

"I'll think about it."

Levi groaned and walked away. He was wasting his time wasn't he?

Koula sighed and looked at the empty lines on her laptop that were waiting for her to type code. Damn him. He was lucky he was hot and he was being a good uncle to little Rafael.

She started typing. Maybe she'd spend the rest of her night onto this. A good act once in a while wouldn't do any harm.

"Java it is then."

Three days later.

A knock came on his door. It was still early in the morning and Levi was getting ready to leave for school. A mug of black coffee in one hand, the other reaching to open the door. It was a mailman handing him a folder before leaving.

Normally, Levi would be more careful with handling folders. He knew he had enemies - he hadn't killed them all, but most of them were far and he was safe within this city. From the feel of it, there was only a USB inside the folder. Probably a piece of paper too.

He opened it with a knife letting the USB drop on his kitchen counter and he pulled out the note.

Levi couldn't believe she had actually done it. Maybe she was a far better person than she was letting out to be. He chuckled to himself and he sat down taking the USB in his fingers and looking at it.

He'd sure as hell let her know if there were any bugs.

#kabal chronicles #kabal multiverse of madness #the kabalians #kabal saga #moots #friends #levi x oc #crackfic #levi's the loml

[jelliclekay]

now that its been a couple weeks to think, what are some standouts from the current tour cast?

Oooo what a good question!

Let me say this: Everyone in this cast is fantastic. All the new performers are incredible and all the returning cast members are really putting in their all. I don't have a complaint about any of them. Also I got to talk and meet almost all of them after the shows and they were so sweet.

Some standouts though:

Erica Lee as Bombalurina... I know I've raved about her MANY times but I am still not over her. I did not come back from all the shows expecting Erica to end up as my favorite Bombalurina, but here we are. She did Cats on Oasis so she has experience with the show already and it SHOWS in her performance. She moves so fluidly on stage and her VOICE. UGH HER VOICE. It's so unique, I literally blue-screened when I heard her perform Macavity for the first time. Erica Bombalurina is absolutely my new face and voice claim for Bombalurina, I cannot imagine any other voice for her anymore. Also the way she performs Macavity aligns so well with my own personal headcanons for Bomba's relationship with Macavity and Demeter. I'm really hoping Erica stays in the Junkyard for awhile because I can't imagine seeing any other Bombalurina (though I did see Ellie Bombalurina one show and she also did fantastic!)

Hank Santos as Tugger. Obviously I knew I was going to like him, but WOW, he is so Tugger? He plays Tugger more on the sexy, suave side, which I usually prefer my Tugger portrayals compared to the silly, vain Tuggers. Hank also has so many interactions with the audience? Like, he was constantly winking and making "call me" signs at the audience (a few times at me, which almost killed me outright). At one of the shows too he even took a woman's phone during the curtain calls and took a selfie with it (And he also apparently did the same thing at a show in Canada so I guess that's just a thing he's doing now which like. Total Tugger behavior). Also his voice is just so Good ugh. Absolutely in my top 3 Tuggers up there with John Partridge and Dominik Hees.

Kade Wright as Munkustrap. Okay I LOVE Kade!Munk. Kade is a fantastic actor, and that really comes out in his performance. I've never been more invested in the Mac fights until watching Kade, because he REALLY plays up Munk getting his ass beat and he really makes you feel like Munk is genuinely being hurt during the fight. I already much prefer the Broadway Revival Mac fight compared to the og fight because it actually feels like a fight, and Kade Munk and the entire cast really make the Mac fight feel so intense. Also Kade is just really sweet and I enjoy his voice a lot.

Ugh and so many others. Yuka Victoria is adorable and her moments with Samuel Plato are the cutest things in the world. Taryn Rumpleteazer is really good and she makes an awesome partner with Brian Jerrie (who is fucking INCREDIBLE as Jerrie and I'm so glad he is the principal Jerrie now). Brendan Tumble is super cute and also wow that boy can FLIP.

I just love this cast so much and even if you don't think you're a fan of the Broadway Revival, if you have the chance to see this cast for yourself. They are all so phenomenal.

#asks #how many times can I gush over this cast before I sound like a broken record

[theteasetwrites]

ahhhh I’ve been binging the beginning series since I discovered ur account recently and I have so many fav moments i don’t think I could put it in one ask 😭

1. reader hallucinating aaron when she had the flu in the prison - idk there’s just something about this moment that just hits every time + them singing we’ll meet again was just so sweet

2. literally any moment of the Dixon family - theyre just so cute and sweet and dad daryl always gets me like DILF DILF DILF 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

3. reader defending robin and Lydia from gage, margo, and alfred- I love it when she gets protective of her family and my girl lydia didnt deserve to be bullied by them + those three needed to be shut up fr

4. reader getting pissed off at carol for putting daryl and Lydia in danger s10 - man I love carol and I was so sad for her but she was pissing me off too when she wasn’t thinking about how her actions could hurt others and herself + her almost getting magna, connie, jerry, aaron, daryl, Kelly, and reader killed 😐

5. chapter 76 when beta comes into the dixon’s home and robin is hiding - this entire scene terrified me lmfao I was so scared for robin but also so proud of her for trying to be brave + dog getting injured to protect her :( was so glad when rosita came and saved her 🙏

That’s all for now but I’m pretty sure I’ll be sending more later when I remember something 😁 I love the series sm and ur such an amazing writer! I’ve only recently got into twd again after I stopped watching a long time ago and this fic fueled my love for the show and Daryl 🫶 So sad it’s coming to an end but it was a really good run and I cant wait to see what the last few chapters have in store for us!!! - 🪐

Oh wow ok I will say a little thing about all those scenes too haha

Omg I love that scene too! I don't think anyone has ever mentioned it really, but I love it. It's the first time where we see someone hallucinating in the series, which has become a recurring theme lol. And it's the first time we "see" Aaron (tho at that point I still hadn't revealed who he was because I wanted to be sneaky lol). And I loved referencing that song We'll Meet Again. It's so haunting and yet so pretty. It fits with the whole series really well I think.

YEAH. Daryl being a daddy is the hottest cutest thing ever!! And now he's got two kids??? Double dilf.

Dude I reread that scene myself so much because I just love reader defending her family. I think she defends her family a lot in season 10 which is really sweet. I love how she brings Lydia into their family. Lydia deserved more screen time and more scenes that just show her with Daryl and being apart of the family. At least I get to include that in my story.

Right??? Like I said, I think we really see reader standing up for her family in season 10 which is awesome. I love when she is kinda saucy and sassy and doesn't take anyone's shit. She doesn't do it very often, but when she does, it's very satisfying I must say. I think she was just fed up with Carol's selfishness, and tbh, Daryl wasn't being great either. I had to write him as still helping Carol like he did in the show, but that meant for some strain in his relationship with reader in my series. But I mean, there's no such thing as a relationship that doesn't have its ups and downs so I think it worked out.

Oh I reread that scene all the time too! Robin is so cute and brave. I loved writing in that little scene. And Dog... my heart. I just love the implication that Daryl has Dog trained to protect Robin and reader too lol. You know he absolutely would do something like that.

Thank you so much! It's always so amazing to hear when someone says that my stories brought them back to TWD. I consider it among one of the highest compliments. <3

#abbi speaks #the beginning series

[lucarioisinthevoid]

*crawls over and offers up many types of curry* pklease pokemon, I require jeremy and puppet ship frome you. I am starving

(Ask and you shall receive* *may only receive multiple years later, I am so sorry) “Marion.” “Yes, Jeremy?” “Can I ask you something… personal?” “… I guess.” The large Marionette, who sat beside him looked at him. “What is it?” Jeremy paused. “… this might too much, so just- don’t answer if it’s too bad, okay?” “Get it out already.” Jeremy looked into the distance for a few moments. “… what does it feel like- to die? Did you- meet an angel or something?” He was met with silence and looked up at him worried. After another moment, Jerry got too anxious. “H-hey, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…” “It felt like nothing.” Marion’s voice was distant, and cold. “It felt like nothing at all. There was pain before death, but when death eventually came, it was like nothing. I was kept alive for so long, that it was just- there was only one moment between me dying and me possessing the body. A moment between me trashing and growing weaker and- all of it. A small moment where something changed.” Charlie looked at the ceiling. “It was a pop like a bubble and waking up to a fresh breath. For me, that breath felt as bad as before. There was no… angel of death, no god, no voice, there was no cloaked reaper either. Nothing but this pop.” He didn’t breathe anymore. Yet he wanted to take a breath. “… I never wanted to think about it again. And yet this is the one thing I can’t forget. I don’t even remember my mother’s face. I don’t remember if I loved her or hated her. I don’t remember how I met Lucas. There’s so many things I would prefer remembering. And it was taken from me.” The boy looked at his claws, then stretched them. He didn’t remember if the metal more felt like fingers or fingernails. The soft sensation of Jeremy’s hair against his arm woke him up from that contemplation. “… thank you for sharing that with me. A bubble pop… I see…” Softly the Marionette put an arm around him, feeling the odd need to reassure him. “… it’s not so bad. Everything around it was terrible, but the death was fine.” “That is at least something. I’m glad.” They stayed together for a little, just like that. Softly Marion petted over his hair. It was peaceful. Until… “Jeremy. Can I ask you something personal in return?” “Of course!” The machine’s grip tighten on his arm.   “How do you still believe in god? Even after everything?” For a few moments, Jeremy thought about his response. Then he shook his head. “… you won’t like my answer. I hope that’s okay.” “That’s okay. I can handle it.” “I still believe in god, because…” He cuddled. “… I love you.” “Th- that’s- I- how d-does that relate?” “Well… I love you. I can only love you because you are here. You wouldn’t be here if the terrible thing hasn’t happened to you. Isn’t that bizarre? Something terrible has happened and yet now things have changed so much and you’re still here, even if you shouldn’t be and there is good in the bad-“ He gestured. “The world is a terrible place and yet the world is a good place. Everything goes terrible, people are suffering and still here we are, loving each other. People are terrible and yet people help each other and when you ask a person if they could wait for just a second, they will do that for you, even if you’re a stranger. We’re all very flawed. But good exists. We can be good. Even if nothing would come from it. That is a piece of god.” Charlie slowly shook his head. He didn’t want to be mean about this, but he didn’t believe it. This made no sense. Softly Jeremy laughed. “… just ask me. I’ll answer you the best I can.” “… if there’s a god, why don’t people get their deserved punishment?” “That’s our job, as people. Why do people do evil things? We talked about this before. Evil leads to evil leads to evil. Where do we start punishing? Where do we stop?” They had this talk before, but Charlie couldn’t help it. He was angry. “You’re working with two- THREE murderers!” “And you killed too.” “You can’t put me on the same stage as- as THOSE two!” Vaguely he gestured at the Purple Guy and Orange Guy who were currently pitting two cockroaches against each other. Jeremy softly nodded. “No and yes. Killing is killing. Killing is a sin. Even when you do it for the better. Even in self-defense. That doesn’t mean you’re wrong for doing it… we humans haven’t ever been meant to be free from sin. How could we be? We became humans by sinning, and we learned from every sin in history and every sin we’ve done ourselves. Sin co-exist with forgiveness- and forgiveness is probably the most human thing we’re capable of. And that is good.” “You think I should FORGIVE them?!” “No! But you could. And that in itself is fantastic. You could also forgive yourself. And that is god-like.” This didn’t feel right. Nothing about this felt right. Annoyed the Marionette pulled him closer and looked at his partner’s face. “… what kind of sin have YOU committed then? If everybody had to.” “I stole gum once.” His deeply frowning face looked up at the Marionette, full of regret. “… I’ll never forget how disappointed and disgusted Mr. Phone Guy was with me when I told him during the interview…” “Oh, shut up.” Charlie growled. “That is nothing. You’re nothing. Why ARE you like this. Give me another reason for believing in god.” Jeremy shrugged. “… because it reassures me. Because I know there’s something out there that keeps everything moving. No matter what happens, it brings us somewhere and that thought makes me happy.” “So, because you’re a coward.” “Maybe.” He smiled. “I like thinking about the good things, which there are MANY of, despite everything. Like I like thinking about you.” “You’re-“ The animatronic fell back and groaned. “… I- like thinking about you too. I guess. I love you. Hey- very quick can you promise me something?” “Yes?” “Never let me talk to you about god and morality ever again. Every time we do I get the need to shake you.” The guard snickered. “Deal. Instead, I’ll ask you something ELSE super personal… that you might not want to answer and that is okay…” “Please.” “What… is your favorite color?” Marion sighed. Then couldn’t help but laugh too. “… green.” “What!? Green?!” Jeremy sat up, surprised. “Hey, that’s just like me! Light or dark?” “Yes, just like you. I wonder how that came.” Softly smiling, Charlie leaned back. “… both are good.” “Bright for coloring! Dark for clothes. Oh, we should redecorate a room for us! A green room!” They sat back, talking among each other. Maybe they would make a room. And it would be nice.

#the marionette #Jeremy Fitzgerald #They don't always understand each other but they love each other regardless #Tbh this writing didn't go where I wanted it to so sorry for the jumbled mess #Hope the core of it is still there though!

[siriannatan]

Empires Business Group Chapter3

On Monday fWhip had to call in sick. He was already feeling the rut coming when Scott left his apartment. He was glad he was sensible enough to go shopping after Scott left. And for the first time in weeks did it himself. Well, he did have some things he didn't trust anyone to buy on his mental list.

On Sunday he could barely stand having any clothes on and found himself more than once loitering outside the guest bedroom Scott had stayed in but never coming in.

In the evening it fully hit him and he no longer had a reason to not go in. Well… actually he didn't even realise when he walked in and lay on the bed, face in the pillows barely smelling of Scott. He whined as he forced himself to leave and lock the door. It'd be far too awkward once he was back in the office and fully in control of himself.

On Monday he called the office to inform them he had to take emergency time off. They grumbled but he was CEOs precious grandson so it was granted.

He tried to sleep most of the day but again failed and spent a lot of it sitting outside the guest bedroom. Feeling pathetic. 

On Tuesday he got a package. Didn't have to sign it or anything, the building employees just left it outside his door and rang the doorbell to let him know. With a whine fWhip forced himself out the guest bed. He'd have to burn those sheets now. Pulled on a robe and went to check. Had to be important if they bothered him with it now.

On his entry door mat was a plain package. Not even a box. Just something wrapped in brown paper with twine holding it together. But it wasn what stopped him in his tracks.

It smelled like Scott. Intensively so. With a growl he grabbed it and slammed the door shut. After locking it he carefully opened the package. Inside was one of Scott's blazers. And a note.

‘Thank you for Friday, archives are waiting’ it simply said but it only confused fWhip further. “I'm in no state for this,” fWhip grimaced as he fought the urge to smell the blazer. 

Scott likely guessed what stat fWhip was currently in. Though it was his fault, he might have triggered it sooner but it was coming soon anyway. And send this to ease his conscience.

“Ugh… Scott…” fWhip whined as he gave into the urge and buried his face in the fabric. It smelled so much better than the sheets. Did Scott take off his blockers for him? Not a good thought.

The worst of it passed by Thursday but upon family insistence fWhip stayed home until Monday.

On Monday he resolved to act like nothing happened. Everyone knew he was an alpha. Everyone knew these things happened. It should be okay?

Well, apparently some people didn't get the memo that ruts and heats are normal. And there were some stares as fWhip with his usual cheerfulness brought Scott his coffee and apologised for taking a sudden time off.

“It's nothing, just go back to the archive, when you're done with last month start on this month,” Scott said with unamused glare.

“Got it boss,” fWhip nodded and marched to his desk.

As soon as Scott left for some meeting some people approached to ask how he was doing.

“I'm fine, these things happen,” and it was completely true.

“Are you sure? Boss was all weird and snappier than usual and kept glancing at your desk. Didn't ask anyone to make his coffee,” one person said and fWhip suddenly had this urge to punch him.

“I'm sure he was just annoyed I wasn't here,” fWhip rolled his eyes and some people nodded.

“Yeah, but Jerry from car marketing said he saw you two leave together on Friday, in the boss' car,” the same person said smugly. Everyone held their breath. Ohh, so the rumours already started?

“Well, if you bothered to ask before spreading rumours,” everyone but fWhip froze suddenly  Scott's voice. “You'd know we simply went to high school together. It had nothing to do with work. You never went out with people from school to catch up?” He asked with a cold grin.

The guy tried to mumble some excuse.

“And why does everyone seem to think me not being here means they suddenly can take a break? Back to work,” he glared over the whole group and returned to his desk without as much as looking at fWhip.

Was Scott in trouble because of the rumours? fWhip wondered as he carefully checked if every file was where it was supposed to be. No way. Grandfather would talk with fWhip first.

Rest of the day was pretty normal aside from Scott leaving faster. Almost as if he was avoiding fWhip. But there was no way. Nothing else was really off.

The moment he entered the family's apartment building. Why did they all have to live in the same building until they were married? He was called to meet with his father.

So maybe there was an issue.

“Hello father,” fWhip announced Ashe entered his grandfather's office. Old man was looking over some paperwork. “You wanted to see me?”

“Have a seat,” his father pointed to one of the chairs. With a sigh fWhip did. “How's work?” He asked.

“Good,” fWhip shrugged. “Can we cut to why you actually called me here?”

Grandfather sighed. “You really do have the same temper I had at your age. Why did you go for drinks with director Major?”

So grandfather did mind that. “We went to highschool together, I haven't had any contact with anyone since graduation so I thought it'd be nice to chat and catch up,” fWhip huffed. So his private life was suddenly under scrutiny now? “Is it against company rules to spend time with coworkers in our private time?” 

His grandfather chuckled. “You brought him home.”

“I had no clue what to do when he got drunk, so I lent him my guest room. Nothing has happened,” fWhip was starting to get annoyed. If Jimmy brought someone home no one would mind no matter the reason.

“He sent you a package…”

“It’s private,” fWhip cut him short. “Has nothing to do with work or the company. Does being the future CEO mean I can't have friends?” He asked. It was often his father and he clashed like this. Most times over boys.

“You can, but did any friend before get you to wear scent blockers?” 

“Isn't it simply polite to wear them at work?” fWhip countered. “Could you please stop meddling in my private life? I'm more than capable of separating it from work.”

“I just want you to be careful.”

“Why are you so bothered we spend some time together? I don't even have his number, old man, there's nothing to be careful about,” fWhip stood up and did admittedly raise his voice. 

“He did trigger your…”

“It was close anyway! And it has started sooner before without any omega around me!” at this point fWhip was yelling. “Just leave him and my private life alone or I'm telling grandfather!” He yelled before leaving the office. He made sure to slam as many doors as possible on his way out.

Annoying old man meddling and worrying over nothing. He and Scott were just cordial. Nothing else. Going out for drinks and one accidental sleepover meant nothing.

He didn't make it home. Now his grandfather wanted to see him. Grand.

“Are you going to try and police my personal time as well?” fWhip was too angry to even bother with being polite.

“No. What you or director Major do in your free time is none of my concern. I just wanted to tell you your father’s place in the board of directors has been suspended. I do not appreciate anyone threatening my employees behind my back, family or not,” grandfather shook his head. “Personally, as your grandfather I'm happy you made a friend, even if he is currently your boss.”

fWhip sighed. At least grandfather is reasonable. To a degree. “We're not really friends, we just went out for drinks to gossip about people from highschool,” he sighed.

“For now, but know that no one's allowed to meddle in your free time and who you spend it with. If they do try to, let me know, I'll get them in their place.

fWhip nodded along. “I'll be going then,” he sighed, rubbing his neck. New patches were more comfortable but he still wasn't used to them.

“One more thing,” grandfather stopped him. “Do be careful with your neck,” he said sternly.

fWhip nodded again and left. At least this time he could make it home for a long, hot bath. If he suddenly picked up bath salts scented like pine then he did. It had nothing to do with Scott's scent being a mix of that, something vaguely reminding him of raspberries and what fWhip would describe as winter morning.

Next day at work fWhip acted as normal. Scott seemed to act normal as well. Yelled, ordered everyone, fWhip included around. Called at least half of the team on the big project idiots. Scott still seemed to avoid him outside work.

At least until Friday. When after work it was fWhip's turn to be cornered against his car. “What did you do?”

“What would I do?” fWhip asked, genuinely confused.

“Your father got suspended as a board member shortly after he threatened me with demotion for being too close with you. What did you do?”

“Nothing. I had no clue about it until grandfather told me on Monday after work… Okay, how about we talk somewhere else before Jeff catches us again?” fWhip offered, fully aware how it might look from a distance. “We can drive separately, I'll give you the address and promise it's nowhere super fancy,” he added, hoping Scott agreed. He really wanted to explain it all.

“Fine,” Scott sighed and stepped back.

So fWhip gave him the address for his favourite place to get away from his family. A small coffee shop with an amazing selection of cakes. And smoothies.

“Really?” Scott asked with an amused chuckle. “Coffee smoothies and cake?”

“We all sometimes need a break from family,” fWhip shrugged and walked in first. “Order whatever you like, it's on me,” he grinned as Scott froze seeing the selection of cakes available even at this hour.

“Don't I still owe you for the drinks?” He asked while perusing the selection.

“It was me who asked you to come for that, no? So don't worry about it,” fWhip waved it off and started to order. Tea for them both and raspberry cheesecake for him and chocolate cake for Scott.

Apparently Scott's been craving chocolate for some time. Well, it was a good flavour in cakes.

“So? What problem does your family have with me?” Scott asked once they were seated in a secluded corner.

“Grandfather likes you,my father hates you. I think he thinks you're trying to seduce me or something. Or he's planning to marry me to someone who'd help him control me once I'm the CEO since grandfather already said he's skipping right to me,” fWhip let it all out. Maybe he should have gotten a smoothie.

Scott looked at him for a moment before laughing. “That's the dumbest thing I heard all week,” he said

“I know, so now if anyone tries to meddle in my private life I have permission to rat them out to grandfather,” fWhip agreed and chuckled along. “It's so dumb, the whole thing. Who makes so much noise about sleepovers and some scent blocking patches?”

“Your father? Umm, you weren't kidding, this place has some good cake.”

fWhip couldn't help but smile. Damn Scott was pretty. “Grandfather once told me he'd leave the company to you if I wasn't an alpha, maybe that too is why dad hates you,” fWhip wondered. It was no secret in their part of the family grandfather liked Scott.

“Did he? I don't really recall meeting him more than a few times since I started working here,” Scott looked genuinely surprised. fWhip liked it better when he smiled. “You don't mind him saying that?”

“Must have made a really good impression. And I totally agree you'd do great as CEO,” fWhip shrugged. He really wanted to hold hands with Scott. “Umm, feel free to turn me down and never talk to me outside work but… Once my training period is over and grandfather puts me in some high management position until he retires… Would you go on a few dates with me?”

Scott stared at him with wide eyes. Forkful of cake halfway to his mouth stopped. “Why? Why me? I bet you know better marriage material omegas.” He asked , setting the fork down.

“I really don't and… as soon as this trial is over they'll start trying to get me engaged. Probably with someone younger than me, hoping they can control me just for them to be disappointed I don't even want to sleep in the same house as they,” fWhip slumped against the back of the seat. “I'd rather marry someone I like even if just for appearances, we don't have to like,” he rambled on just to be stopped by Scott's finger on his lips. 

“How about we count today as the first one?” He offered, completely shocking fWhip. “We're not telling anyone, not even your grandfather. No more meeting on Fridays, we have the whole weekend for that,” Scott listed very acceptable conditions.

“You drive really hard bargain,” fWhip chuckled as he eyed Scott's hand resting on the table. “I accept your conditions,” he agreed and at the same time placed his hand over Scott's.

“Can I have a kiss now?” Scott asked with a smirk. fWhip was happy to oblige. Even if they kept it short and chaste.

“My heat’s coming at the end of next week,” Scott said once they separated.

“Would you like some blankets?” fWhip offered, it was a bit early for them to share their cycles just yet.

“I would love some,” Scott nodded with a smile. “Did my blazer help?” He asked, leaning back. Likely for revenge.

“I was already barely leaving that guest bedroom when it arrived,” fWhip admitted, sure he was blushing like an idiot.

“Good, I'll need your number too.”

After exchanging numbers they finished their tea and cake while gossiping about the department and fWhip's family. And maybe exchanged a couple more chaste kisses.

#my stuff #my stories #fanfiction #empires smp #empiresshipping #empires scott #empires fwhip

[writerchickmarie]

John Lloyd Young's Favorite Broadway Things At 54 Below - The Possible Dream, The Reachable Star

If you believe in yourself, the dream is possible, and the star is reachable.

As John Lloyd Young recounted his path to Broadway success to all of us at 54 Below this week, that message was evident - and inspiring.

His carefully curated set was woven seamlessly with stories about his family, his childhood dreams, acting experiences, and the transition through time from LPs to cassettes and CDs as he grew from hopeful young boy to thriving triple threat.

JLY began his set with "So You Wanted To Meet The Wizard" from The Wiz, his first favorite show and the Tony-winning Best Musical in the year of his birth. He then moved into a soulful jazz rendition of "My Favorite Things" from The Sound Of Music...the version we didn't know that we needed until we heard it, but now want to hear all the time.

He explained that this show was about his favorite things - the songs, musicals, and moments that shaped his childhood and launched his musical theatre dreams. He also told us about working with Theodore Bikel in The Chosen, and the stories Mr. Bikel shared with him - like how the song "Edelweiss" was written especially for him as he originated the role of Captain Von Trapp on Broadway.

We moved into some more Rodgers and Hammerstein as JLY performed a rich, beautiful "I Have Dreamed", sharing stories with us about his childhood role in a production of The King And I...and several wonderful stories about how his favorite movie musicals tied in to his grandparents seeing the original Broadway casts of these musicals, and planting the seeds for his Broadway career.

One of these was a sweet story about his grandmother and Jerry Orbach, as he launched into a lively, animated "All I Care About" from Chicago. JLY would make an amazing Billy Flynn on Broadway, so I hope that is a dream that can come true in the future. He also shared a wonderful story about working with Mr. Orbach on Law & Order, illustrating his mentor's kindness to an up and coming actor.

Next up was the Beatles arrangement of "Till There Was You" from The Music Man, which sparked his dream of achieving the trifecta like Robert Preston did - originating a role on Broadway, winning the Tony, and making the movie for Warner Brothers. As we know JLY achieved that dream with Jersey Boys, giving new meaning to the term "triple threat". He followed that up with the romantic yet haunting "My Heart Stood Still", as told us that he believes that Lorenz Hart was the greatest lyricist in musical theatre.

His next dream came about as a young teenager, listening to the cast recording of Les Miserables. That dream came true in 2008 as he played Marius at the Hollywood Bowl...and the dream of hearing him as Marius came true for all of us as he performed a stunning, poignant "Empty Chairs At Empty Tables". It truly caused chills every single night, and I am so glad that it continues to be in his Broadway set.

At this point he introduced the band as they played "Ease On Down The Road" from The Wiz - Musical Director Ron Abel on piano, Sean Harkness on guitar, Derek Nievergelt on bass, and Ray Marchica on drums. Not only did they have several amazing solos throughout the night, but their cohesiveness as a group and with JLY really made everything even more magical.

The next song took everyone's breath away as well - JLY performed a special "Hopelessly Devoted To You" from Grease. The collective sigh throughout 54 Below continued every night this week as we got to hear the song from a new perspective, showcasing his incredible vocal range. Hoping this one stays around for future sets!

He told some interesting stories about making the Jersey Boys movie, and treated us to a couple of our favorites - the beautiful and wistful "My Eyes Adored You" and the always exquisite "Can't Take My Eyes Off You". Part of his musical theatre journey was to listen to and collect cast albums in foreign languages, so he also sang part of "Can't Take My Eyes Off You" in another language for us. You haven't truly lived until you've been serenaded by JLY with this song in Italian. Talk about breathtaking...and it goes perfectly with both JLY's and Frankie Valli's Italian-American roots!

JLY also shared with us how much he admired and was influenced by Nell Carter, performing a stunning, emotional rendition of "Mean To Me" as a tribute, while also making it his own. This is another song that showcases his astounding vocal range, and I still hope that he will record it as well.

As JLY told us throughout the night, every Broadway career starts with a dream. And he finished the main part of the set with his deeply thoughtful "The Impossible Dream" from Man Of La Mancha, which stays with you long after the last note. He has proven that if you keep believing and reaching for your dreams, you can achieve them. And I hope he knows how much he truly inspires so many of us, in all areas of life and creativity, to do the same.

For the encore, JLY decided to have some fun with all of us as he made his way around the room for "One Last Kiss" (from Bye Bye Birdie), occasionally showing off some moves from tabletops as he collected those kisses from audience members. It's always a thrill when we get to interact during the show! Then we were up on our feet for "Sherry" and singing along, on a high from start to finish and beyond.

I have faith that even more dreams will come true for John Lloyd Young - and as we continue to travel all over the country and around the world for shows and fan banquets, we get to be a part of the magic. He is better than ever...and I'm so glad that we are on this journey with him!

#john lloyd young #john lloyd young friends #concert review #54 below

[ultraericthered]

Anime Update V2 61

Vinland Saga S2 - Pretty on the nose for this episode to be titled "We Need A Horse", which is a dilemma that Einar vocalizes early in, but for the most part it's spent on Einar and Thorfinn's developing bond of friendship that gives us some amusing and sweet moments, also introducing us to Sverkel, Ketil's elderly father, who now has an odd relationship with Snake as he frequently crashes at the old man's farmhouse. Snake states that the farm is poorly defended against any enemy that might be more formidable more than local thieves, should any such enemy arise and want to conquer the land. Sounds like foreshadowing for what's going to be going on later...

Hunter x Hunter - Gon and Killua are still training and taking on Knuckles (with Shoot lying in wait but having not done anything yet), Bisky is still around and a delight to have on screen, Netero is trapping and killing many of the Chimera Ant forces, and the third and final of the Royal Guards came out of his cocoon to join the other two, as the Queen giving birth to the King becomes more imminent.

Fruits Basket - Akito being a sympathetic figure who doesn't make me want to retch is such an astonishing thing; was not expecting Saki to easily figure out her gender upon their meeting, or Arisa to hug her, and I was glad to her Arisa admit to herself she'd handled the whole Kureno thing poorly from the offset, being now willing to start over with him as a friend and companion, and I wish it would stick in terms of being definitively platonic. The scene between Yuki and Kyo was so cathartic and so overdue since the very earliest episodes of the show, and just as I'd praised Jerry Jewell's voice acting last time, Eric Vale knocked it out of the park here - why can't he do that sort of voice acting as Trunks these days? Kyo then going to settle his baggage with his hideously spiteful and pathetic biological father was appropriately tense, particularly when intercut at one point with the Sohma Family head maid confessing to Akito how much things have come apart for her and how, at her age, she'll having nothing left once the curse is no more. I sort of wish we could've seen Kyo's father's reaction to Akito telling him that Kyo's not getting locked up for life after all, but part of me would also dread what I'd have to see and hear there given all the shouting he does...

This story goes on into the next episode where Tohru and Kyo mutually consummate their love for each other, Kyo embraces Tohru and does not transform into the cat, prompting him to finally break off his beads and embrace a life of freedom, and we're told via Tohru's narration the real story behind the Zodiac animals and the lonely celestial person they called "God", why the cat (who was present at the banquet with all the rest, not tricked by the rat into missing it) was really shunned, and how "the bonds" based upon the promise between God and his animal friends got carried forward by the spirits who reincarnated repeatedly into what would become the Sohma family, before this eroded into the curse that the cat knew it would inevitably become should it be stuck to into perpetuity. And then, one by one, all of the Zodiac Sohmas curses break, and it's such a beautiful moment of pure catharsis that it sucks you in just enough to forgive how Akito's internal monologue gets a liiiitle over-indulgent and almost too direct (even as enthralled as I was, when she was repeatedly telling me to cry, I couldn't help but find it a little silly.)

Fate/Stay Night: Unlimited Blade Works: Sorry, none this week!

Re:ZERO - W...ha....wha....what do I even say? It was all going in a direction I'd consider natural and expected coming off from last time, but when Garfiel transformed into a ginormous tiger and started slaughtering everyone in his path, including Otto and a bunch of the villagers aiding in Subaru's escape, it started to go off the rails. But I still was not prepared for what I was about to see: Subaru gets thrown into some place covered in snow and gets very painfully torn apart and eaten into by a bunch of killer rabbits with unicorn horns. THE ACTUAL FUCK WAS THAT ABOUT? It was so gruesome and so over-the-top horrifying with the music and visuals and then ended so abruptly as Subaru re-spawned that it crossed the line into being downright hysterical - not since Blood-C have I seen such a bloody rabbit massacre! This moment stands out so much to me that it's amazing that I was still attentive to what followed; Subaru meets with Echidna at her tea party garden and is able to tell her, free of any repercussion to himself, about the Return By Death ability, leading to him breaking down sobbing as Echidna offers him comfort. Awww.

Symphogear AXZ - Forgot to mention the alchemically created big snake creature last time, but it sure is a thing and not a thing you want the enemy summoning when you're facing off against them. Shit also got heavy when in a fight in a village taken hostage by enemy forces, Chris had to shoot the leg off of a boy caught by an AlcaNoise in order to save him from disintegration. To make this worse for poor Chris, the boy's big sister is a woman Chris used to be friendly with prior to her parents death, so now the rift between them have widened. The alchemist servants of the Illuminati seem like interesting adversaries at the very least, Team Dango (Maria, Kirika, and Shirabe) are as badass as ever, and the ending was the most metal thing - Hibiki breaks through the serpent and declares herself to be the truly invincible foe that the baddies ain't ready for.

Eureka Seven - It'd be hard for me to even talk about this one - half of it was an Evengelion-esque mindfuck in some Coralian-made illusionary world Renton, Eureka, and Anemone found themselves in following things going awry in their fight, and the other half was an intense dogfight between Gecko State and the Military forces.

#Anime Update V2 #Anime Update

[nityarawal]

Attn PNC Bank:

We left messages for Amanda and Debbie in Executive. Do you need their numbers? I prefer Amanda. 

She helped with the airbnb bank fraud last year.

I need refunds on all scams now Paige. You and Amanda settle this tonight. Judges want current bank statement to so they can forgive debts from local scams at court/bank & Sheriff- who got busted on foul play.

Thanks!

Nitya 

Yeah- California is the abortion & rape = baby factory State!

Could you please confirm this is a fake check? Sal has made mistakes before and seems sort of senile about continuum with BBVA since he's so new! Please let Idyllwild Town Crier know to stop Trafficking our peeps on Cons. They shouldn't advertise this and a murderer sex offender in one week right?

Could you send latest statement for my judges so they can forgive my registration fees due to PNC management robberies in covid with Mary Sue Haney.

This was bank fraud there. We don't trust the 22.7m federal employees raping our mothers and stealing. Please fire Sal.

Sent to my boss Sue-

Sal- the manager said it was a fake check and refused to cash it! He's a a**hole! I had to get Jerry Sue Haney fired. Do you want executive number? He's likely a fraud- not your check! Lol 

I will let executive office know. He's also had a senior moment about my last 7 years of banking there. 

Lmk if you can call them & fix it with Wells Fargo? Also- I mentioned I can't launder money in any way on the rental. I am on a state stipend- not enough- but they would've withdrawn my food and pay if they thought there was a way to Capitalism on us again! 

---------- Forwarded message ---------

From: nitya rawal <[email protected]>

Date: Tue, Oct 17, 2023, 6:24 AM

Subject: Re: Resume For Driver Job

To: Sue Patrick <[email protected]>

Aloha! You got all my responses via text? Did you get a place secured here? Are you still coming on 20th? 

I'm moving into a new place & seeing Dr's but will be available. 

Lmk if you need anything and did you send check? I didn't see anything last week! You said you'd send tracking too so maybe didn't get to it? 

I am most often texting. Email isn't as reliable. Maybe I'll open another acct. Tmobile also is spotty in Riverside. 

Country life is simple.

I try to exonomise and only run into towns when need to! (:

Hope packing is going well.

Blessings & Peace,

Nitya 

On Wed, Oct 11, 2023, 11:04 AM Sue Patrick <[email protected]> wrote:

Congratulations You have been chosen for the Job you have all I have been searching for as an Experienced Driver I can't wait to meet you in person meanwhile I will be in Idyllwild , CA for the next 4 months. Anyway I am particularly glad you are willing to be my driver. I will want you to know that I will be responsible for the ( Car hire cost and the Gas fee)All I will be needing from you are your driving skills.  I also would like to bring to your notice one more time that I found a car which I will be renting, it's a Mercedes-Benz G 63 AMG ( 2017 Model )so I will make arrangements for the car rental and then will let you know ahead of time when it will be delivered to your address.

IMPORTANT NOTICE: My arrival date remains Friday 20th of October All flight details / itinerary will be emailed to you in advance prior to my arrival so as to give you ample time to get yourself prepared and ready.

PAYMENT TERMS: This is my second time, my first was 3 yrs. ago . I would be glad if you can help me check around for luxury apartments close to you, an apartment that is very classy and if possible has got a Jacuzzi, if not I am already working on securing an apartment for myself. Concerning the payment, I will send you a payment in the form of a check which will contain payment for your first week duties and the amount needed for the car rental. Once you receive the check, I want you to have the check deposited at your bank, deduct the sum of $485 as payment for the first week's service and then have the remaining funds on the check as payment for the car rental so they can start processing the delivery of the vehicle to your address as soon as possible.

Furthermore, I will be happy if you could get back to me with the following details of yours so that the payment can be issued out to you right as soon as possible and delivered via postal mail. Also I need you to confirm that your details and address are correct to avoid any mistake during delivery by the postal service company .

To proceed, email me the following:

Full name:

Street Address:

City: State

Postal code:

Cell and Home:

Age:

Alternative Email address:

I will appreciate your quick response if you are completely satisfied with the offer as I am willing to go ahead and issue out the funds by this week for the payment of your first week's service and for the car rental.

I look forward to your quick response.

Best Regards,

Thanks.

On Sunday, October 8, 2023 at 02:08:31 AM GMT+8, nitya rawal <[email protected]> wrote:

Yes, I am interested in the position. 

On Sat, Oct 7, 2023, 7:20 AM Sue Patrick <[email protected]> wrote:

Thanks for the reply it was highly appreciated, I will be staying in the area of Idyllwild, CA for 4 months your services will be needed only for  2 days in a week is a part time Job and flexible I don't think this will disturb your other Jobs,

Please kindly confirm the following questions to proceed:

1. Would you be available to drive me during the weekdays, basically on Mondays?

2. Apart from Monday, Would you be able to drive me on Friday ( evening shift )?

3. Do you have mailing experience via ( UPS or FED-EX )?

PAY: I am offering you $242.5 x 2days = $485 weekly.

A total of 6 hours per week .  

I will appreciate your swift response and get back to me so we can sort out details and proceed further, My Cell phone number is 206-259-5071. You can easily send texts.

Thanks and God bless you,

Dr Patrick.

On Saturday, October 7, 2023 at 03:41:24 AM GMT+8, nitya rawal <[email protected]> wrote:

I am interested in the position. All sounds good so far!

Thankyou for the opportunity! 

I look forward to reviewing your proposal further.

Blessings,

Nitya 

On Wed, Oct 4, 2023, 10:51 PM Sue Patrick <[email protected]> wrote:

Hello,

Thank you for applying. I'm glad to read from you regarding the Personal Driver job. I am looking to hire a Personal Driver Immediately . This is a great opportunity for a dedicated personnel with exceptional driving skills and stellar customer service. This position requires a high level of professionalism, vast knowledge of the surrounding area and traffic rules.  

I'm Dr. Sue Patrick, I'm from Newark, New Jersey. I am 74 years old, educated (Retired Medical Practitioner ),I'm cultural, have got a great sense of humor, good morals, very down to earth and with a noble character. I enjoy meeting people and making new friends, I can say particularly that I do have a very kind heart. Although due to my age I'm hearing impaired so I communicate mostly via text and email. Anything other than that I am fit and healthy .  

I will be coming to your city for the next 4 months for charity work, seminars and a little holiday for myself. As part of my trip, I will be going to leisure spots, cinemas, site seeing, Deaf Culture Seminars etc. I will be spending 16 weeks, so I am going to need a personal driver/chauffeur during my stay, The ideal candidate must be a safe driver with experience and also have some sort of mailing experience via UPS or FedEx as I would be mailing out some charity goods periodically.  

IMPORTANT NOTICE: My arrival date is on the 16th of October so basically I have just over 2 weeks to finalize plans. All flight details / itinerary will be emailed to you in advance prior to our arrival so as to give you ample time to get yourself prepared and ready. On the first day, you will pick me up from the airport and drop me off at the luxury apartment I'm renting. I want you to know that I will be responsible for the ( Car hire cost and the Gas fee ) so all i will be needing you for is your driving skills, that's all. I also would like to bring to your notice that I've found a car which i will be renting for you to drive , it's a Mercedes-Benz G 63 AMG ( 2016 Model )so I will make arrangements with the head office of the car hire company and then will let you know ahead of time when it will be delivered to your preferred location/house.

Hope to read back from you Asap.

Best Regards,

Dr. Patrick.

On Thursday, October 5, 2023 at 06:58:02 AM GMT+8, nitya rawal <[email protected]> wrote: